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::Snitches Get Stitches — Songwriting & Lyric Development Listen to the full song:https://youtube.com/playlist?list=OLAK5uy_keJPr7zuAa_RUYXfJ2YiwO71WPIqkWRCQ&si=2J51mAvvvRC8ULYX [Intro – Chain dragging + footsteps] (Whispered) You know what happens to a rat... we bury them deep. The sound of a chain dragging through the leaves, Moon barely shining through the trees. [Hook – Aggressive Male Vocal, Echoed] Snitches get stitches, that's the code of the holler, Tongues cut short when they try to holler, We don't testify, we don't ever fall, We the kings of the mud, we answer no call. [Verse 1 – Menacing Delivery] See the eyes in the shadows, they all know my name, Been raised by the lawless, I don't play no games. Rat boy been lurking, whispering to the state, Trading our secrets for a get-out-the-holler rate. He think he gon' run with the money he made, But we the wolves in the brush; we sharpen our blades. We meet by the cornfield, under pale moonlight, Whispered prayers to the dark, then we cut out the light. My trigger finger itching like the devil on my back, Snitches get stitches, body go in the sack. Banjo strings moaning while the chainsaw hum, When the Reaper ride out, ain't nobody gon' run. [Hook – Aggressive Male Vocal, Echoed] Snitches get stitches, that's the code of the holler, Tongues cut short when they try to holler, We don't testify, we don't ever fall, We the kings of the mud, we answer no call. [Chorus – Male Choir, Echoed] No talk, no tales, no law on our land, Snitches get stitches from the Reaper's hand. We carve our justice in the bark of the pine, 304 bloodline, cross the line, you die. [Verse 2 – Storytelling Flow] He walk into the bar like he own the whole place, Big smile on his face, liar's grace. He didn't see the whisper pass from booth to booth, He didn't hear the chain drag, the hush of the truth. We flank him like hounds, no escape at all, He stumbles to the door but he meets our wall. He begs for forgiveness, says he'll make it right, But he talked to the sheriff in the dead of the night. I lean in close, let the cold words drop: "You broke the code, now the blood won't stop." We drag him through the fields to the creek where it's shallow, The moon casts a halo like a warning to the hollow. One swing of the axe, one scream cut short, Snitches get stitches; your case don't go to court. [Hook – Aggressive Male Vocal, Echoed] Snitches get stitches, that's the code of the holler, Tongues cut short when they try to holler, We don't testify, we don't ever fall, We the kings of the mud, we answer no call. [Bridge – Whispered + Chain Rattle FX] (Chains rattling softly) (Whispered) Silence the rats... (Whispered) Cross our clan and there ain't no coming back. [Verse 3 – Final Reckoning] The mud stains our boots but our conscience stay clear, We protect our own, we don't play with fear. Every rat we bury is a lesson we teach, Don't talk to the law, don't practice what you preach. We'll light up a bonfire, throw his secrets in, Let the smoke rise high, let the purge begin. We kneel by the graves, we say our own grace, Then we head back home, no guilt on our face. Snitches get stitches; that’s the oath we recite, 304 Reaper keeps watch every night. [Outro – Hook, fading with chain dragging] Snitches get stitches, that's the code of the holler, Tongues cut short when they try to holler, We don't testify, we don't ever fall, We the kings of the mud, we answer no call… (Chain dragging fades into the dark)

Christopher Halvorson

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