Guerillas in Tha Mist

[Verse 1] Come down and beware of the black fist The guerillas straight mutherfucking 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 bitch Named J to tha A to tha N-E Can't wait to meet her I'm gonna kill 'er Cause that little motherfucking Cheetah can't hang with a guerilla [Verse 2] 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 Fuck Grape Ape and Magilla! I'm a killa Magilla Gorilla, ain't a killa White boys like Godzilla But my super nigga named King Kong Played his ass like ping-pong. So motherfuckers 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! [Verse 3] 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 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 shit that I bring bring! Nappy headed nigga, coming out the mist The smog, the fog Ice Cube is my motherfucking dog, yes Kicking mutts, Smoking humps The guerillas, rollin' four deep with 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!