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DA LENCH MOB lyrics : "Guerillas In Tha Mist"

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The guerillas straight muther$#&@ing killers is the mist
Take a shot Buck Buck but you can't forge

Never thought you'd see South Central ^!$$%z 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 (*##$
Named J to tha A to tha N-E
Can't wait to meet her

I'm gonna kill 'er
Cause that little mutha$#&@ing 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

$#&@ great ape ammarilla
I'm a killa
But killa gorilla ain't a killa

White boys like Godzilla
But my super ^!$$% my King Kong
Played his $$# like Ping-Pong

So everybody get the ding-dong
Or the bozack what's that dick and nut sack
So get your buts 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 mutha$#&@ers 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 %#@! that I bring bring
Nappy head gorilla, coming out the forest

Ice Cube is my mother$#&@ing dog, yes
Kicking pumps, Smoking humps
The guerillas, rollin from deep in the bumps

Short Dog got the mutha$#&@ing pump
And it's true T-Bone got the twenty-two
That's how it's done

So you better run yo
Run your $$# out the jungle
Cause hear the guns go and we don't miss

The Lench Mob, the guerillas in the mist!

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