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MF Doom( Daniel Dumile )
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Rapp Snitch Knishes
Yo, yo, MF Doom, Mr. Fantastik Mr. Fantastik, the villain What up, nigga? Ain't nuttin, what's the word? What's cracking, boy? Same ol' shit, kid
Man, rap snitches, man Shit is bugged out, man, the fuck, man You telling me, niggaz running their mouth Telling anything, anything
Rap snitches, tellin' 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 set up for years, huh
Rap snitches, tellin' 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 set up for years, huh
Type profile low, like they get paid in full Attract heavy cash â€~cuz the game's centrifugal Mr. 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 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 â€~cuz they know I ride Two to the ski mask, New York's my origin Play a fake gangsta like a old accordion
Accordin' to him when the deed's rushed in Complication from the wild testimony was thin Caused his man to go up north, the ball hit 'em again Blame rap snitch nigga, even told on the Mexican
Rap snitches, tellin' all their business Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com 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 set up for years, huh
Rap snitches, tellin' 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 set 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 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 would've 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
With 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
You know what I'm saying? It's a terrible crazy, man Just analyzing this whole game, it's just bugged out, man Niggaz are snitching, telling on them own selves It's a horror, man
Fuck around and get anybody bagged, man, trust us Fuck around and get yo mama bagged, nigga You know your grandmama used to be blegging Fake hustling, nigga
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