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The Terror Wheel

Genres: Hip-Hop
Total songs: 6
Year: 1994

The Smog Lyrics - The Terror Wheel - Insane Clown Posse

The smog is coming 

The smog is coming 

The smog is coming 

The smog is coming 

 

Aw, shit here it comes creeping through the cracks 

The nooks the crannys it hit me smack! 

It's filling up my head I gotta get it out 

I got me a plan to get the shit out 

Pulled out a ice-pick and picked the bitch up 

Smackin' it pushin' it in my ear fuck! 

Lord oh please what's happening to me? 

It's the poisonous air from the smokestacks G 

Seeping in my head, fucking up my brain 

Driving me crazy, nuts, insane 

Sewer, sludgy, greasy slime I'm always bucking with all the time 

'cause he's my motherfucking enemy number one 

Trying to puncture on my life by filling up my lungs 

The shit you call air, but I call it death 

'Cause 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 body's getting cold 

Don't know what to do so now I start to panic 

But it's too late, I'm dead the smog got me fucked! 

 

The smog is coming 

The smog is coming 

The smog is coming 

The smog is coming 

 

It's another cloudy day, it's raining, but not water 

It's raining oil out the sky I think I oughta 

Make a run but I slipped on an oil-slick 

I can't move, I think I broke my fucking neck 

It's no surprise, I'm laying there paralyzed 

Looking up into the sky helped me realize about us 

The clouds form a Devil's face, it must be a mirror image of the human race 

And 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, I'm chillin' 'cause I'm a gonner 

I can see the smog creepin' around the corner 

I lay still and hope it doesn't notice me 

Oh shit, shit, fuck, fuck, shit G! 

Looking up just to see his deadly jaws 

I think, I think, I think I shit my draws 

But its okay, the smog left me alone 

So I lay and watch the clouds turn into stone 

And come crashing down over Del Ray 

One even landed on your homeboy Violent J 

And I'm dead, crushed me in a split second 

So if I'm dead then what the fuck I'm doin' on this record? 

 

The smog is here! 

The smog is coming 

The smog is coming 

The smog is coming 

The smog is coming 

The smog is coming 

The smog is coming 

The smog is coming 

The smog is coming 

 

What you gonna do? 

When it comes for you? 

 

The smog is coming 

The smog is coming 

The smog is coming 

The smog is coming 

The smog is coming 

 

Thoughts in my head 

Of a dead body laying in his house for 3 weeks 

Until his neighbors complain about the smell 

Didn't he have anybody to know he was dead? 

Thoughts in my head 

Of a serial killer in Iowa decided to kill himself 

Before he actually killed someone else 

Was that good? 

Thoughts in my head 

Of an ocean of blood 

That when the bombs drop and causes tidal waves 

Tidal waves that paint the town red 

Everybody's dead 

Thoughts in my head 

Of mothers and fathers who look at me 

And I can feel the hatred in their in eyes 

And it's cold 

And children are nothing but them in the future 

Accept it 

Thoughts in my head 

Of a woman sitting on her porch, bald-headed 

Because of a disease she caught from the air 

The air that we breathe 

The air we breathe is fucked up--Its fucked up! 

Thoughts in my head 

Of people want to kill me 

But you can't kill me 

'cause if you kill me, I'll be back to kill you 

Done it before, do it again 

Thoughts in my head 

Of a sixteen year old little fucking punk 

Sitting in his classroom 

Drawing a gang sign on a folder 

In his Birmingham Hills 

Well fuck what you know about love 

Thoughts in my head 

Of people despise me and hate me and don't know me 

I hate you too 

So it's all good, it's all good 

Thoughts in my head 

Of a society that is so fucked up and so evil 

That if somebody prays, they get made fun of and laughed at 

But it's not gonna be funny 

They'll be laughing 

When the bombs drop and the town is red 

 

Thoughts in my head of a clown 

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