Hank G - Guerrillas in the Midst lyrics

[Hook:ForestPunk] Guerrillas in the midst put your masks on And we can k** em' all cuz' we're beautiful Long live the orphans always unusual [Verse 1:ForestPunk] Average Viewtiful Joe's Action musical shows A pixelated finger to your fashioned cubicle homes Snuck where the cabbage patches usuals grow And left nothing but blackened matchsticks, ruins and smoke City of lost angel-dust, plummage is blown Till even god's brain is drugged by the fumes in the zones Every citizens kane, droppin' able snow-globes Rosebuds grow stuck and rockets break the 0-zone and blow up We're so f**ed like violent s** Hungry faces anunciated, the eyes is stressed Movin' through a k**ers scary ethnic'rubix cube Where the military weapons choose the troops in schools for youth So whose to shoot whom to you? See its easier to fear this Small boy, big world, a medium for spirits Here to change the future, now Crazed and lunic smiles, walking around in a gang of juveniles Chorus