Guerillas In Tha Mist - Lyrics - Da Lench Mob

Come down and beware of the black fist The guerillas straight mutherfuckin' killers in the mist Take a shot *Buck Buck* but you can't forge Never thought you'd see *** in the forest Don't kick in the chorus just yet 'cause we ain't made a mess yet Lench Mob produce the best *** 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 his gut Push him out the tree He falls right on his nuts And just like EPMD I don't like a *** Named J to tha A to the N-E Can't wait to meet her I'm gonna kill her 'cause that little ***' cheetah can't hang with a guerilla You try to pay me off with a banana But JD is blacker than a city called Atlanta Give me some elbow room, I need some elbow room So I can boom shack-a-laka 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 *** great ape and Magilla I'm a killa Magilla gorilla ain't a killa White boys like Godzilla But my super *** named King Kong Played his *** like Ping-Pong So *** get your ding-*** Or the bozac (what's that?) *** and nut sack So get your butts back from the black fist Cap peelers, the guerillas in the mist Va-voom, here comes a *** from the dark side Talking 'bout a brand new apartheid South Central, straight ghetto native Gotta show these devil *** what I'm made of Yes, never smoke the sess Only hit the Gautama Buddha when I beat on my Sex Phllip 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 *** that I bring bring *** headed ***, coming out the mist The smog, the fog, Ice Cube is my *** dog, yes Kicking pumps, smoking humps The guerillas, rollin' from deep in the bumps Short Dog got the ***' pump And it's true T-Bone got the twenty-two That's how it's done So you better run yo', run yo' Run your *** out the jungle 'cause hear the guns Smlie and we don't miss The Lench Mob, the guerillas in the mist