The Code Merkules

[Intro]
This song is dedicated
To all rats, snitches and cop callers
We don't like you
Someone had to say it
Hahahaha

[Verse 1]
I wake up and brush my teeth and as soon as I'm finished
I congratulate myself for minding my fuckin' business
"I'm sorry Mister Officer I just went deaf
Me no speak no Englaysh, Je pas le French"
I grew up a certain way I gotta stick to the code
I can't adapt to all these rats and all that snitchins for hoes
That interrogation rooms not a confessional booth
Your whole character is doomed when you start telling the truth
You said the whereabouts and who carried the weapon to shoot
You lie to us about it, that won't make you less of a goof
I bet your diet only consists of processed cheese
"Mister Officer can I give you more contexts please!"
I bet 9-1-1s the only saved number in your phone
And you relay information from the comfort of your home
Every morning I get out of bed with all my dignity
And you live with the fact that you're a piece of shit, literally

[Chorus]
Where i'm from you should keep your mouth closed
If you saw it keep it on the down low (wha'chu talkin' bout?)
They say three can keep a secret it two are dead
It's either them or its you instead so (wha'chu talkin' about?)
No snitchin' is the code (No snitchin' is the code)
No snitchin' is the code
No snitchin' is the code (No snitchin' is the code)
No snitchin' is the code