Guerillas in tha Mist

[Intro]
VOO-DOO, runnin from my magic!
Guerillas in Tha Mist, uh
VOO-DOO, runnin from my magic!
Guerillas in Tha Mist, uh

[Verse 1]
Come down and beware of the black fist
The guerillas straight motherfucking 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 the A to the N-E
Can't wait to meet her, I'm gonna kill her
'Cause that little motherfucking Cheetah can't hang with a gorilla

[Chorus]
VOO-DOO, runnin' from my magic!
Guerillas in Tha Mist
VOO-DOO, runnin' from my magic!
Guerillas in Tha Mist, uh

[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-laka 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

[Chorus]
VOO-DOO, runnin' from my magic!
Guerillas in Tha Mist
VOO-DOO, runnin' from my magic!
Guerillas in Tha Mist, uh

[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 motherfuckers what I'm made of!
Yes, never smoke the cess
Only hit the Buddha when I'm beatin on my chest
I'm laying in the cut, I'm laying in the cut
I'm laying in the 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 motherfucking pump
And it's true, T-Bone got the .22
That's how it's done
So you better run yo' (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!

[Chorus]
VOO-DOO, runnin' from my magic!
Guerillas in Tha Mist
VOO-DOO, runnin' from my magic!
Guerillas in Tha Mist, uh
VOO-DOO, runnin' from my magic!
Guerillas in Tha Mist
VOO-DOO, runnin' from my magic!
Guerillas in Tha Mist, uh