Guerillas in Tha Mist

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 niggers in the forest Don't kick in the chorus just yet 'Cause we ain't made a mess yet Lench Mob produce the best shit 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 the N-E Can't wait to meet her I'm gonna kill her 'Cause that little motherfuckin' 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 Fuck great ape and Magilla I'm a killa Magilla gorilla ain't a killa White boys like Godzilla But my super nigger named King Kong Played his ass like Ping-Pong So motherfuckers get your ding-dong Or the bozac (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 nigger from the dark side Talking 'bout a brand new apartheid South Central, straight ghetto native Gotta show these devil motherfuckers what I'm made of Yes, never smoke the sess Only hit the Gautama Buddha when I beat 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 nigger, coming out the mist The smog, the fog, Ice Cube is my motherfucking dog, yes Kicking pumps, smoking humps The guerillas, rollin' from deep in the bumps Short Dog got the motherfuckin' 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 ass out the jungle 'Cause hear the guns go and we don't miss The Lench Mob, the guerillas in the mist