Представляем точный текст композиции "Smog" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста ICP (Insane Clown Posse) . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Smog» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую ICP (Insane Clown Posse) передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
ICP (Insane Clown Posse) - "Smog"
Lyrics to 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 cracks The nooks the crannys it hit me smack! Its 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 whats happening to me'- Its the poisonous air from the smokestacks G Seeping in my head, fucking up my brain Driving me crazy, nuts, insane Sewer, sludgy, greasy slime Im always bucking with all the time Cuz hes my motherfucking enemy number 1 Trying to puncture on my life by filling 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 droul on my lips and my bodys getting cold Dont know what to do so now I start to panic But 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 water Its raining oil out the sky I think I oughta Make a run but I slipped on an oil-slick I cant move, I think I broke my fucking neck Its no surprise, Im laying there paralized 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 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, Im chillin cuz Im a gonner 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 his deadly jaws I think, I think, I think I shit my draws But its ok, 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 Im dead, crushed me in a split second So 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 head Of a dead body laying in his house for 3 weeks Untill his neighbors complain about the smell Didnt he have anybody to know he was dead' Thoughts in my head Of a sereal 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 Everybodys dead Thoughts in my head Of mothers and fathers who look at me And I can feel the hatred in their in eyes And its 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 wanna kill me But you cant kill me Cuz if you kill me, Ill be back to kill you Done it before, do it again Thougths in my head Of a 16 year old little fucking punk Sitting in his classroom Drawing a gang sign on a folder In his Burmingham Hills Well fuck what you know about love Thoughts in my head Of people despise me and hate me and dont know me I hate you too So its all good, its 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 its not gonna be funny Theyll be laughing When the bombs drop and the town is red Thoughts in my head of a clown [till fade] [ Smog Lyrics ]
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