Rapp Snitch Knishes (feat. Mr. Fantastik)

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 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 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 23's 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
 Mm, delicious, rap snitch kisses
 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
 "Perpetrator?" "Yeah, I'm right here"