Из альбома: Born to Expire
Sat down confessed it with a full report
Dashed it out but he couldn't take it
Had to drop dime, through a partner in crime
Got away without serving his time
Snitches get stiches
The thread on your cheek must itch
Snitches get stiches
You got yours you son of a bitch
The mark of the squealer
Too soft to be the dealer
And nothing can heal you
Mark of the squealer
The mark of the squeal
I'm out on a mission
To catch a stool pigeon