Guerillas In Tha Mist (LP版) - Da Lench Mob

Come down and beware of the black fist

The guerillas straight mutherf**king killers in the mist

Take a shot Buck Buck but you can't whore us

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

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 b**ch

Named J to tha A to tha N-E

Can't wait to meet her

I'm gonna kill 'er

Cause that little motherf**king Cheetah can't hang with a guerilla

You try to pay me off with a banana

But J-Dee 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 takin care of this

Lench Mob environmental terrorists

F**k Grape Ape and Magilla I'm a killa

Magilla Gorilla ain't a killa

White boys like Godzilla

But my super ni**a named King Kong

Played his a** like ping-pong

So motherf**kers get the ding-dong

Or the bozack What's that Dick and nut sack

So get your butts back from the black fist

Cap peelers the guerillas in the mist

Va-voom here comes a ni**a from the dark side

Talking bout a brand new apartheid

South Central straight ghetto native

Gotta show these devil muthaf**kers what I'm made of

Yes never smoke the sess

Only hit the Buddha when I'm beatin 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 sh*t that I bring bring

Nappy headed ni**a coming out the mist

The smog the fog

Ice Cube is my motherf**king dog yes

Kicking mutts Smoking humps

The guerillas rollin' four deep with the bumps

Short Dog got the muthaf**king pump

And it's true T-Bone got the twenty-two

That's how it's done

So you better run yo'

Run your a** out the jungle

Cause hear the guns go and we don't miss

The Lench Mob the guerillas in the mist