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!