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

Mmm, 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, heheheheheheh, haha

Perpetrator? Yeah, I'm right here