Killin Fields — текст песни (Method Man)

{intro, some lady, whateva}



{method babbles for a bit about wu affiliates}



[method man]

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

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 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 its 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



Chorus:



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



[method man]

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 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

Amonst the righteous, blazini, cheat death like houdini

Word to bad bird that fucked nerds in bikinis

Observer, lyrical flurs, 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



Chorus



[method man]

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

Im off the meat rack, quick to react, my niggaz need that

They need gats, cockin heat back, be out like freejack

The heats on, you think one-eight, and johnnys 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, mcs be yappin

Meth be the co-captain, on def jams thats close captioned

For hearin impaired, to get a share, now whats happenin

Money to share, thats why we here

And yall 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, 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, yaknowhatimsayin?

Thats for life nigga yknow? til death do us part..