Da Lench Mob Lyrics

Album: Unknown

Guerillas In Tha Mist

Come down and beware of the black fist

 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 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 your 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 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 headed nigga, coming out the mist

 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!