MF Doom

MF Doom - Rapp Snitch Knishes lyrics

[Mr. Fantastik: Talking]

Yo..

[MF Doom:

Talking]

Yo

[Mr. Fantastik: Talking]

MF

Doom

[MF Doom: Talking]

Mr. Fantastik

[Mr.

Fantastik: Talking]

Mr. Fantastik

[MF Doom:

Talking]

The villain

[Mr. Fantastik:

Talking]

What up, nigga?

[MF Doom:

Talking]

Ain't nuttin, what's the

word?

[Mr. Fantastik: Talking]

What's

cracking, boy?

[MF Doom: Talking]

Same ol'

shit, kid

[Mr. Fantastik: Talking]

Man..rap

snitches man..shit is bugged out, man, the fuck man

[MF

Doom: Talking]

You telling me

[Mr. Fantastik:

Talking]

Niggaz running their mouth, telling anything,

anything!

[Chorus x2: Mr. Fantastik]

Rap snitches,

tellin all their business

Sit in the court and be they own

star witness

Do you see the perpetrator, yeah I'm right

here

Fuck around and get the whole label sent up for years

(Huh)

[Mr. Fantastik]

Type profile low, like ay get

paid in full

Attract heavy cash cuz the game's

centrifical

Mister Fantastik long though like

elastic

Got my life between glocks, it's made out of

plastic

Can't stand the brown nosin nigga fake ass

bastard

Admiring my style so I bust through

Manhattan

Since plottin, plan the quickest, my flow is the

sickest

My hoes be the thickest, my dro.. the

stickiest

Street nigga, stamped and bonafide

When beef

jump niggaz come get me cuz they know I ride

Two to the ski

mask, New York's my origin

Play a fake gangsta like a

old accordian

Accordin ta him, when the deed's rushed

in

Complication from the wild testimony was thin

Caused

his man ta go up north, the ball hit 'em again

Blame

rap snitch nigga, even told on the mexican

[Chorus x2: Mr.

Fantastik] [The second time the chorus is repeated, it

doesn't end with "Huh"]

Rap snitches, tellin all their

business

Sit in the court and be they own star

witness

Do you see the perpetrator, yeah i'm right

here

Fuck around get the whole label sent up for years

(Huh)

[MF Doom]

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

Runnin up they mouth bill, everybody doubtin

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

spinnin

Like sittin on twenty threes to get the squeelers

grinnin

Hittin on many trees, feel real linen

Spittin 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

(Pat!) son shut your trap, save it for the

bitches

MMM...delicious, rap snitch knishes

[Mr.

Fantastik: Talking]

You know what I'm saying? It's

a terrible-crazy, man

Just analyzing this all game,

it's bugged out

Niggaz snitching..telling on them

allselves

[MF Doom: Talking]

It's a horror,

man..

[Mr. Fantastik: Talking]

Fuck around..and get

anybody bagged, man..

Fuck around and get yo mama bagged,

nigga..

You know your grandmama begging..fake hustling

nigga

[Laughter]

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