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Waving a white flag
With a target on my back.
I don't understand
Why I'm attacked.
Snitches are like snipers
Hiding in the brush.
Snitches love snitching.
It gives them a rush.
Every snitch dreams
Of a sucker who believes
The lies that they spin
When they wish to deceive.
Snitches are like serpents
Sliding through the cracks.
Slithering behind
The prey that they track.
Snitches love hiding
Until they attack.
A snake that keeps biting
Until you bite back.