Method Man: Killin fields

{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 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 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 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 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 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 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, yaknowhatI'msayin? That's for life nigga y'know? Til death do us part..