Come down and beware of the black fist
The guerrillas straight motherfucking killers is the mist
Take a shot Buck Buck but you can't forge
Never thought you'd see South Central niggas in the forest
Don't kick in the chorus just yet
Cause we ain't made a mess yet
Lench Mob produce the best yet
Coming real hard man
Bumping in your car man
Finally caught up with a devil named Tarzan
Swinging on a vine
Sucking on a piece of swine
Jiggaboo come up from behind
Hit him with a coconut
Stab him in the gut
Push him out the tree
He falls right on his nuts
And just like EPMD
I don't like a bitch
Named J to the A to the N-E
Can't wait to meet her
I'm gonna kill 'er
Cause that little motherfucking cheetah can't hang with a guerrilla

You try to pay me off with a banana
But J-D is blacker than a city called Atlanta
Give me some elbow room, I need some elbow room
So I can boom shak-a-lak boom
That's the sound of the twenty gauge
Lock us up and the Lench Mob can break out of any cage
You never even hear of this
I'm taking care of this
Lench Mob environmental terrorists
Fuck great ape ammarilla
I'm a killer
But killer gorilla ain't a killa
White boys like Godzilla
But my super nigga my King Kong
Played his ass like Ping-Pong
So everybody get the ding-dong
Or the bozack what's that dick and nut sack
So get your buts back from the black fist
Cap peelers the guerrillas in the mist

Va-voom here comes a nigga from the dark side
Talking bout a brand new apartheid
South Central straight ghetto native
Gotta show these devil motherfuckers what I'm made of
Yes, never smoke the sess
Only hit the buddha when I'm laying on my chest
I'm laying in a cut
I'm laying in a cut
I'm laying in a cut
Bout to shoot me a mutt (with what?)
With the boom ping ping
Listen to the ill shit that I bring bring
Nappy head gorilla, coming out the forest
Ice Cube is my motherfucking dog, yes
Kicking pumps, Smoking humps
The guerrillas, rolling from deep in the bumps
Short Dog got the motherfucking pump
And it's true T-Bone got the twenty-two
That's how it's done
So you better run yo
Run your ass out the jungle
Cause hear the guns go and we don't miss
The Lench Mob, the guerrillas in the mist!
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Guerillas In Tha Mist Lyrics

Da Lench Mob – Guerillas In Tha Mist Lyrics

Songwriters: JACKSON, O'SHEA / STUBBLEFIELD, JESSE / HUTCHISON, WILLIE / CLINTON, JR., GEORGE / COLLINS, WILLIAM EARL / WORRELL, BERNARD
Guerillas In Tha Mist lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., EMI Music Publishing, A SIDE MUSIC LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group

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