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Insane Clown Posse - The Smog
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No, you aint getting none, bitch. this shit costs money. oh, hey. Hey, kiddies. how are you like the ride thus far? blah. Excellent. this next one is about that shit that comes out of the Sewers and pipes and chokes your neck. its called the smog. Ahahahaha! The smog is coming... Aw shit, here it comes, creeping through the cracks The nooks, the crannies, hittin smack Its filling up my head, I gotta get it out I got me a plan to get the shit out Pulled out an ice pick to pick the bitch up Smackin it, pushin it in my ear, fuck Lord, oh please, whats happenin to me? Its the poisonous air from the smoke stacks, g Seaping in my head, fuckin up my brain Driving me crazy, nuts, insane Sewer slut, g, greasy slime Im always bucking with father time Cuz hes my motherfucking enemy number one Try to potcher up my life by fillin up my lungs The shit you call air, but I call it death Cuz it makes me choke and lose my breath My toes begin to curl, my fingers start to fold Got drool on my lips and my bodys gettin cold Dont know what to do, so now I start to panic But its too late, Im dead, the smog got me, fuck it The smog is coming... Another cloudy, its raining, but not water Its raining oil out the sky, I think I outta Make a run but I slipped on an oil slick I cant move, I think I broke my fuckin neck Its no surprise, Im laying there paralyzed Looking up into the sky helped me realize About us, the clouds form a devils face It must be a mirror image of the human race Oh shit, here it comes, the deadly smog I can tell by the howl of the stray dog The air is calm, the streets are so still When the smog creeps out the pipes for a kill Broken neck, Im chilling cuz Im a goner I can see the smog creepin around the corner I lay still and hope it doesnt notice me Oh shit shit, fuck fuck, shit, g Looking up, just to see its deadly jaws I think i, I think i, I think I shit my drawers But its okay, the smog left me alone So I lay and watch the clouds turn into stone They come crashing down over del ray One even landed on your homeboy violent j And Im dead, crushed me in a split second So if Im dead, what the fuck am I doing on this record? The smog is here The smog is coming... Thoughts in my head (of a clown)... Thoughts in my head A dead body laying in his house For three weeks Until his neighbors Complain about the smell Didnt he have anybody To know he was dead A serial killer Decided to kill himself Before he actually killed someone else Was that good? Thoughts in my head An ocean of blood And with the bombs dropping It causes tidal waves Tidal waves that paint the town red Red Everybodys dead Thoughts in my head Of mothers and fathers Look at me And I can feel the hatred in their eyes And its cold Their children Are nothing but them in the future Except it Thoughts in my head When sitting on her porch Bald headed From a disease she fought from the air The air that we breathe The air we breathe is fucked up Its fucked up Thoughts in my head All people wanna kill me But you cant kill me Cuz if you kill me Ill be back to kill you I will do it again Thoughts in my head A sixteen year-old little fuckin punk Sitting in his classroom Drawing a gang sign on a folder He lives in birmingham hills What the fuck do you know about love? Thoughts in my head People despise me and hate me And they dont know me I hate you too So its all good Its all good Thoughts in my head This society That is so fucked up That is so evil That if somebody prays They get made fun of They get laughed at But its not gonna be funny They wont be laughing When the bombs drop And the town is red Thoughts in my head...
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