Insane Clown Posse (ICP)



The Smog

"Excellent. This next one is about that shit that comes out of the

sewers and pipes and chokes your neck. It's called the Smog.

Ahahahaha!"





The smog is coming...





Aw shit, here it comes, creeping through the cracks

The nooks, the crannies, hittin' smack

It's 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, what's happenin' to me?

It's 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

I'm always bucking with father time

Cuz he's 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 body's gettin' 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, fuck it

The smog is coming...





Another cloudy, it's raining, but not water

It's raining oil out the sky, I think I outta

Make a run but I slipped on an oil slick

I can't move, I think I broke my fuckin' 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

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 chilling cuz I'm a goner

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 it's deadly jaws

I think I, I think I, I think I shit my drawers

But it's 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 I'm dead, crushed me in a split second

So if I'm 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

Didn't 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

Everybody's dead





Thoughts in my head

Of mothers and fathers

Look at me

And I can feel the hatred in their eyes

And it's 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

It's fucked up





Thoughts in my head

All people wanna kill me

But you can't kill me

Cuz if you kill me

I'll 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 don't know me

I hate you too

So it's all good

It's 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 it's not gonna be funny

They won't be laughing

When the bombs drop

And the town is red





Thoughts in my head...