paroles de chanson Guerillas in tha Mist - Da Lench Mob
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
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