Title: Snitch in the Dirt [Intro – whispered, building distortion] Eyes in the dark, I been tracking your steps… Blood on the clock, time to collect the debt… [Verse 1] Snitch-ass rat, you thought the streets wouldn’t notice the leak Spoke to the law, now your name on the list, you’re the week’s unique meat I got the drop, heat-seeking, cold-blooded, precision complete Slither through alleys, your shadow’s my target, I stalk while you sleep Phone’s been tapped, every call, every text, every secret you keep Paranoia’s a bitch when the hunter’s the one that you couldn’t outcreep Mask on tight, blade in the grip, 808s knocking like hearts that skip You sold out the set for a lighter sentence, now dig your own pit Multisyllabic vengeance, intricate patterns of pain I commit Syllables slicing like razors, internal rhymes that don’t quit You thought the code was a joke, now the punchline is six feet of grit I don’t miss, I don’t quit, I don’t leave loose ends, I clinch the script [Chorus – heavy drop, chant-like] Snitch in the ground, put him down, no sound Dirt in his mouth, lights out, last round Hunt him at night, blood rite, no flight 808s hit hard when the body drops right Snitch in the ground… put him down… [Verse 2] Tracked you from the trap to the crib where your family don’t know Windows cracked, night air thick with the scent of the blow You peek through the blinds like a rodent that senses the foe I move like a phantom, no footsteps, just pure undertow Kicked in the door, your eyes go wide as the realization grows Gun to the dome, no monologue, just the end of the show Trigger squeeze slow, brain matter paints the walls in a glow Body hits concrete, the bounce of the bass is the last thing you know Horrorcore visuals, drill in the pocket, the cadence is lethal Rhymes interlocking like chains around necks, the scheme is sequential Every bar sharper than the last, the delivery’s clinical, evil You crossed the line, now the line is a grave and the dirt is the sequel [Bridge – half-time, menacing] No second chances, no soft spots, no mercy left in the clip You flipped for the state, now the state can’t protect you from this I dig with the shovel, the beat drops harder with every scoop of the grit Lower the box, cover the face, walk away while the 808s spit [Chorus – final drop, heavier] Snitch in the ground, put him down, no sound Dirt in his mouth, lights out, last round Hunt him at night, blood rite, no flight 808s hit hard when the body drops right Snitch in the ground… put him down… (Put him down… put him down…) [Outro – fading, distorted] Sleep tight, rat… the dirt don’t lie…
