Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Killin' Fields, artist - Method Man.
Date of issue: 10.10.1998
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Killin' Fields |
Shoes full of dirt, kickin sand on your works |
Somethin gotta hurt, catch a case off a verse |
Live in concert, kids comin out they shirts |
I’m hyped now, jumpin in the crowd, feet first |
Meant it when I said it, lungs bring the pain son |
without the anesthetic, make em look pathetic |
Needin help from paramedic, Hot with the Nickel |
Bust back take em witchu, survival of the fittest |
and the world out to get us, I feel it in my bones |
I can feel it in my testosterone when it’s on Stat’bring it back, hard rap for your pussycat |
Cognac, off the meat rack, where the pussy at? |
Johnny, got these niggaz mad at they mommy |
Jumpin on my hard salami, say what you like |
In the heat of the night, I crash individuals |
Splash on the mic airtight with the lyrical |
Nigga run with it, have fun with it Blow your gun with it, and be done with it Welcome to the killin field, where Johnny Dangerous |
Headbanger Boogie niggaz, goin through changes |
It all starts with the pad and pen, my special blend |
of herbs and spices on mic devices, murder men |
Make em mices I recommend, somethin that’s priceless |
For you rap hooligans, claimin you nicest |
Call it what you like kid. |
you can even call |
a psychic for all I care, still ain’t got a prayer |
amonst the righteous, Blazini, cheat death like Houdini |
Word to Bad Bird that fucked nerds in bikinis |
Observer, lyrical flur’s, you bein served |
from the gizzard, pluckin yo’nerves with nouns and verbs |
From the ghetto to the suburbs, I must be heard |
Niggaz get what niggaz deserve |
You can put that on my Clan logo, Wu-Tang group or solo |
Bloody up my next promo |
with the blood of the next bozo, clown-ass niggaz be loco |
Puffin on lye, cuckoo for cocoa |
Yo yo, shit be hot in the kettle pot |
Twisted metal bust shot til the beef settle, forget me not |
City nights get a nigga hype, scar of life |
Send em back now we Poltergeist, ghost, tell em who the number the one rap host? |
Huh? |
Verbal overdose leave em comatose, huh? |
The nigga with the golden throat is out to get you, Hot Nickel |
Bust back and take em witchu, eye for eye |
Never lie, crossin my heart, hopin you die |
Somebody pat the engineer down, I think he wired |
I’m off the meat rack, quick to react, my niggaz need that |
They need gats, cockin heat back, be out like Freejack |
The heat’s on, you think one-eight, and Johnny’s blamed |
Who that nigga burn biscuits, and spit flame |
Leave no witness, in the fast lane with shady bitches |
that only want me for my riches, I know your steez |
Terror Fabulous, caution, biohazardous degrees |
from this ravenous, MC’s be yappin |
Meth be the co-captain, on Def Jam’s that’s close captioned |
for hearin impaired, to get a share, now what’s happenin |
Money to share, that’s why we here |
And y’all actin, like we can’t eat, like y’all eat |
Now we scrappin, out in the street |
I know your crew’s hardheaded motherfuckers |
and I’m just like you |
Welcome to the killin field, where Johnny Dangerous |
Headbanger Boogie niggaz, goin through changes |
I been in the ghetto all my life |
I swore to take that bitch for better or for worse, yaknowhatI’msayin? |
That’s for life nigga y’know? |
Til death do us part. |