I came here today, To tell you a tale
A story of convicts, Of prisons and jails
I speak of a man, Who when in a pinch
Will turn on his friends, They call him
THE SNITCH
I remember that day, That we lie in our bunks
And I told him a story, Of how I got drunk
I drove way down town, I was feeling quite ill
I stopped POPS the hopper, And bought me a pill
I stepped on the gas, And sped out of town
I ran through a light, And I mowed a man down
In a couple of days, Sergeant McKIRK McGURDER
Dragged me to court, For a new charge of ******
The Judge slammed the gavel, With a sneer gave out time
My sentence then grew, Nine hundred times nine
It didn’t take long, To figure what happened
When that punk in my cell, Was soon granted full pardon
My anger grew stronger, But I’d nothing but time
I waited and waited, Revenge
Would be mine
Then came the day, We met in the shower
With fear in his eyes, He started to cower
He knew in his heart, The time had arrived
My shiv it sank deep, In his side nineteen times
So the moral I tell you, Is don’t be a *****
Cuz it’s always the end, For the one called
THE SNITCH
This is a tribute to one of my earliest and favorite artists