ICP: Smog

*The smog is coming**The smog is coming**The smog is coming**The smog is coming*Aw, shit here it comes creeping through the cracksThe nooks the crannys it hit me smack!Its filling up my head - I gotta get it outI got me a plan to get the shit outPulled out a ice-pick and picked the bitch upSmackin it pushin it in my ear-fuck!Lord oh please whats happening to me?-Its the poisonous air from the smokestacks GSeeping in my head, fucking up my brainDriving me crazy, nuts, insaneSewer, sludgy, greasy slime Im always bucking with all the timeCuz hes my motherfucking enemy number 1Trying to puncture on my life by filling up my lungsThe shit you call air, but I call it deathCuz it makes me choke and lose my breathMy toes begin to curl, my fingers start to foldGot droul on my lips and my bodys getting coldDont know what to do so now I start to panicBut its too late, Im dead the smog got me fucked!*The smog is coming**The smog is coming**The smog is coming**The smog is coming*Its another cloudy day, its raining, but not waterIts raining oil out the sky I think I oughtaMake a run but I slipped on an oil-slickI cant move, I think I broke my fucking neckIts no surprise, Im laying there paralizedLooking up into the sky helped me realize about usThe clouds form a Devils face, it must be a mirror image of the human raceAnd oh shit, here it comes-the deadly smogI can tell by the howl of the stray dogThe air is calm, the streets are so stillWhen the smog creeps out the pipes for a killBroken neck, Im chillin cuz Im a gonnerI can see the smog creepin around the cornerI lay still and hope it doesnt notice meOh shit, shit, fuck, fuck, shit G!Looking up just to see his deadly jawsI think, I think, I think I shit my drawsBut its ok, the smog left me aloneSo I lay and watch the clouds turn into stoneAnd come crashing down over Del RayOne even landed on your homeboy Violent JAnd Im dead, crushed me in a split secondSo if Im dead then what the fuck Im doin on this record?*The smog is here!**The somg is coming [8 Xs]*What you gonna do? When it comes for you?*The smog is coming [5 Xs]*~Thoughts in my head of a clown~ [in background]Thoughts in my headOf a dead body laying in his house for 3 weeksUntill his neighbors complain about the smellDidnt he have anybody to know he was dead?Thoughts in my headOf a sereal killer in Iowa decided to kill himselfBefore he actually killed someone elseWas that good?Thoughts in my headOf an ocean of bloodThat when the bombs drop and causes tidal wavesTidal waves that paint the town redEverybodys deadThoughts in my headOf mothers and fathers who look at meAnd I can feel the hatred in their in eyesAnd its coldAnd children are nothing but them in the future Accept itThoughts in my headOf a woman sitting on her porch, bald-headedBecause of a disease she caught from the airThe air that we breatheThe air we breathe is fucked up--Its fucked up!Thoughts in my head Of people wanna kill meBut you cant kill meCuz if you kill me, Ill be back to kill youDone it before, do it againThougths in my head Of a 16 year old little fucking punkSitting in his classroomDrawing a gang sign on a folderIn his Burmingham HillsWell fuck what you know about loveThoughts in my head Of people despise me and hate me and dont know meI hate you tooSo its all good, its all goodThoughts in my headOf a society that is so fucked up and so evilThat if somebody prays, they get made fun of and laughed atBut its not gonna be funnyTheyll be laughingWhen the bombs drop and the town is redThoughts in my head of a clown [till fade]