Killin Fields by Method Man
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Song title Killin Fields
Artist Method Man
news lady
good news hip hoppers
the big alert has been called off
it turns out that the early reports were wrong all wrong
now for that clan out there that had such a tough time gettin home
sorry bout that!
i guess the only thing we can do is play you a song
yeah do that uh huh uh uh uh
yes what what what what what what what?
what what what what what what uh
yea yea yea if you dont
lay back
raider ruckus you catch a lazy jack carlton fisk
yaknahmean huh
one two shaolin what?
shoes full of dirt
kickin sand on your works
something gotta hurt
catch a case off a verse
live in concert
kids comin out they shirts
im 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 nickle
bust back
take em wit you
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 its on
stat
bring it back
hard rap for you pussy-cat
cognac off the meat rack
where the pussy at?
johnny
got these niggaz mad at they mommy
jumping on my hard salami
say what you like
in the heat of the night
i crash individuals
splash on the mic
air-tight with the lyrical
chorus method
nigga run with it
have fun with it
load your gun with it
and be done with it
welcome to the killin field
with johnny dangerous
headbanger boogie niggaz
goin thru changes
method man
it all starts with the pad and pen
my special blend
of herbs and spices on mic divices
murder men
make em mices
i recommend
somethin thats 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 aint got a prayer
amongst the righteous
blazini
cheat death like houdini
word to bad bird that fucked nerds in bikinis
ob-serve
lyrical flows you being served from the gizzard
pluckin your nerves with nouns and verbs
from the ghettoes to the suburbs
i must be heard
niggaz get what niggaz deserve
you can put that on my clan logo
wu-tang group for solo
bloody up my next promo
with the blood of the next bozo
clown ass niggaz be loco
puffin on lye
cuckoo for cocoa
chorus
yo yo
shit be hot in the kettlepot
twisted metal
bust shots til the beef settle
forget me not
city nights get a nigga hyped
scar his life
send him back
now he poltergeist
ghost!
tell him
who the number one rap most
huh?
verbal overdose leave him comatose
huh?
the nigga with the golden throat is out to get you
hot nickle
bust back and take em wit you
eye for eye
never lie
crossin my heart
hopin you die
somebody pat the engineer down
i think he wired
im off the meat rack
quick to react
my niggaz need that
they need gas
cockin heat back
be out like freejack
the heats on
you think one-eight
and johnnys blamed
who that nigga
burn biscuit 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
emcees be yappin
meth be the co-captain
on def jams thats closed captioned
for hearing impaired
they get a share
now whats happenin?
money to share
thats why were here
and you actin like we cant eat
like yall eat
now we scrappin
out in the street
i know your crews
hardheaded motherfuckers and im just like you
chorus
welcome to the killin field
with johnny dangerous
headbanger boogie niggaz
goin thru changes
method man
i been in the ghetto all my life
i swore to take that bitch for better or for worse
youknowhatimsayin
thats for life nigga
yknow?
til death do us part