DA LENCH MOB - Guerrillas in tha Mist lyrics

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The guerillas straight mutherfucking killers is the mist

Take a shot Buck Buck but you can't forge

Never thought you'd see South Central niggaz 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

Comin real hard man

Bumpin in your car man

Finally caught up with a devil named Tarzan

Swingin on a vine

Suckin 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 tha A to tha N-E

Can't wait to meet her

I'm gonna kill 'er

Cause that little muthafucking cheetah can't hang with a guerilla

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 guage

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 killa

But killa 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 guerillas 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 muthafuckers 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 guerillas, rollin from deep in the bumps

Short Dog got the muthafucking 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 guerillas in the mist!