[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]