SNITCH SLAUGHTER (Pantera-Style Groove Metal) Tempo: 120 BPM Style: Groove metal - heavy palm-muted riffs, pinch harmonics, Dimebag-style leads [Intro - Low spoken over distorted chugging] You know who you are... Nowhere left to run... Reckoning comes... [Verse 1 - Aggressive lower register vocals] Coward wrapped in pressure, crumbling at the seams Wore the mark of weakness, sold out for the dream Spilled the truth to strangers, broke the sacred code While the loyal suffered, you walked a lighter road Backstabbing shadow, tongue twisted with lies Hid behind the system thinking you'd survive But the storm remembers, and the streets don't sleep One word to the wind — your name's already deep [Chorus - Gang-shouted, heavy palm-muted groove] Traitors never prosper — face the hurricane! Talk to the wrong side — you'll carry all the blame! Yellow-bellied cowards, run but there's no place We see your face — the reckoning is razed! No mercy! No quarter! No trial for the weak! You reap what you've sown when the hammer finally speaks! Sell out your brothers — watch the walls close in! Rat on the loyal — face the fire again! [Verse 2 - Building intensity, lower growl layered under main vocal] Courtroom shadow, pointing fingers at the floor Selling souls for safety while your brothers took the war New name, new city, thinking you'd disappear We burn through every border — judgment's drawing near The ones you left behind remember every word The code you shattered echoes, every note is heard No honor in your bloodline, hollow to the bone You reap the storm you planted — now face it all alone [Breakdown - Slow, crushing half-time groove riff] THE... STORM... IS... HERE... NOWHERE... LEFT... TO... HIDE... THE... WALLS... ARE... CLOSING... FACE... THE... TIDE... (Groove riff slams down) No escape from what you've done No escape from what you've become The reckoning rides in on fire The reckoning takes you higher and higher — DOWN! [Guitar Solo] (Dimebag-style: wide vibrato, slow searing bends, screaming pinch harmonics, whammy bar dives, bluesy chaotic lead runs over crushing groove) [Final Chorus - Even heavier, layered vocals + gang shouts] Traitors never prosper — face the hurricane! Talk to the wrong side — you'll carry all the blame! Yellow-bellied cowards, your end is drawing nigh! We see your face — watch the empire die! No mercy! No quarter! The verdict has been read! You sold out your brothers — now live with what you've fed! Sell out the loyal — the storm will find your door! Rat on your brothers — we don't forgive anymore! [Outro - Final crushing breakdown, fading vocals] The storm is here... the storm is here... Rest in ruin, you hollow rat... The reckoning comes... (Final hit: massive chug + feedback scream + amp cut)
