MF DOOM - Rapp Snitch Knishes lyrics

Mr. Fantastik and MF DOOM: Yo (Yo) MF DOOM (Mr. Fantastik) Mr. Fantastik (The villain) What up, n***a? Ain't nothin', what's the word? What's cracking, boy? (Same ol' sh**, kid, different day, you know) Man, rap snitches man, sh** is bugged out Man, the f** man (sh**, You tellin' me) n***as running their mouth, telling anything, anything Mr. Fantastik: Rap snitches, telling all their business Sit in the court and be their own star witness Do you see the perpetrator? Yeah, I'm right here f** around, get the whole label sent up for years Rap snitches, telling all their business Sit in the court and be their own star witness Do you see the perpetrator? Yeah, I'm right here f** around, get the whole label sent up for years Type profile low, like A in Paid in Full Attract heavy cash 'cause the game's centripetal Mr. Fantastik, long dough like elastic Guard my life with twin Glocks that's made out of plastic Can't stand a brown nosing n***a, fake-a** ba*tard Admiring my style, tour bus through Manhattan Plotting, plan the quickest, my flow's the sickest My hoes be the thickest, my dro the stickiest Street n***a, stamped and bonafide When beef jump n***as, come get me 'cause they know I ride True to the ski mask, New York's my origin Play a fake gangster like a old accordion According to him, when the D's rushed in Complication from the wire testimony was thin Caused his man to go up north, the ball hit 'em again Lame rap snitch n***a even told on the Mexican Rap snitches, telling all their business Sit in the court and be their own star witness Do you see the perpetrator? Yeah, I'm right here f** around, get the whole label sent up for years Rap snitches, telling all their business Sit in the court and be their own star witness Do you see the perpetrator? Yeah, I'm right here f** around, get the whole label sent up for years MF DOOM: True, there's rules to this sh**, fools dare care Everybody wanna rule the world with tears for fear Yeah yeah, tell 'em "Tell it on the mountain hill" Running up they mouth bill, everybody doubting still Informer, keep it up and get tested Pop through the bubble vest or double-breasted He keep a lab down south in the little beast So much heat you woulda thought it was the Middle East A little grease always keeps the wheels a-spinning Like sitting on twenty threes to get the squealers grinning Hitting on many trees, feel real linen Spitting on enemies, get the steel for tin men Where no brains but gum flap He said his gun clap, then he fled after one slap Son shut your trap, save it for the b**hes Mmm, delicious, rap snitch knishes Mr. Fantastik and MF DOOM: You know what I'm saying? (It's terrible) Crazy, man, I'm just an*lyzing this whole game This is bugged out, man, n***as is snitching Telling on they own self (It's a horror, yo) f** around and get everybody bagged, man (Atrocities) f** around and get yo mama bagged, n***a You know your grandmama used to be bootlegging Fake hustling n***a, hahahahaha