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