MF DOOM, Mr. Fantastik - Rapp Snitch Knishes lyrics

Yo! (Yo) mF DOOM (Mr fantastik)
Mr fantastik (Villain) what up, nigga?
(Ain't nuttin what's the word?)
What's cracking, boy? (Same ol' shit, kid)
Man (Different day, you know?)
These rap snitches, man, shit is bugged out
Man
What the fuck, man? (Shit, you telling me)
Niggas running their mouth
Telling e'rything, e'rything (Critical)

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
Fuck around, get the whole label
Sent up for years, uh
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 fuck 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 centrifugal
Mr fantastik, long dough like elastic
Guard my life with twin Glocks
That's made out of plastic
Can't stand a brown nosing nigga
Fake ass bastard
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 nigga, stamped and bonafide
When beef jump niggas come get me
Cause they know I ride
True to the ski mask, New York's my origin
Play a fake gangsta like an 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 nigga 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 fuck 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 fuck around
Get the whole label sent up for years

True, there's rules to this shit
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 your 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 (Pap)
Son, shut your trap, save it for the bitches
Mmm, delicious, rapp snitch knishes
You know what I'm saying? (It's terrible)
Crazy, man
I'm just analyzing this whole game
This is bugged out, man, niggas is snitching
Telling on they own self (It's a horror, yo)
Fuck around and get everybody bagged, man
(Atrocities) Fuck around and get
Yo mama bagged, nigga
You know your grandmama used
To be bootlegging
Fake hustling nigga, heheheheh, haha
Perpetrator? yeah, I'm right here