Transcription:Can't Be a Crime to Kick a Dope Rhyme

Lawyer: Your honor, the defendant was arrested without a license in a car containing three concealed weapons and over an ounce of marijuana.

Judge: Well council if your client insists on pleading the fifth, I'll have no choice but to throw the book at him. How do you want to proceed?

Chop Chop Master Onion (CCMO) takes out a boom box. The jury argues.

Judge: Order!

CCMO (rapping): Kick! Punch! We don't have much time. If you don't squeal you're gonna serve a dime. I'm fine either way 'cause I still get paid. But listen to your teacher, this should be your next play. Now snitch!

PaRappa (rapping): Snitch?

CCMO (rapping): Rat! Rat!

PaRappa (rapping): Rat? Rat?

CCMO (rapping): Snitch! Snitch! Rat!

PaRappa (rapping): Snitch? Snitch? Rat?

CCMO (rapping): Rat! Rat! Snitch!

PaRappa (rapping): Rat? Rat? Snitch?

CCMO (rapping): Don't be a when you could serve zero. Or do you want to shower with some butch bull queero?

PaRappa looks shocked.

PaRappa (rapping): I may be a rapper but I can't take this rap. I wasn't driving the car I was chillin' in the back. It was King Kong Mushi with the drugs behind the wheel. If it keeps my culo safe you bet your ass I'm gonna squeal.

Lawyer: This is absurd. He wants to throw us off his sense.

CCMO (rapping): Your honor, I've prepared a plea agreement.

PaRappa (rapping): It can't be a crime just to kick a dope rhyme!

Lawyer: Good point, talking dog and since