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🔥 Snitchy Twitchy - The ultimate street anthem calling out betrayal, weakness, and fake loyalty in the harshest way. This one’s for the snakes in the grass who talk tough but fold when it counts.
Raw double-time bars, crowd chants, and gritty Aussie drill vibes come together to expose the real snakes feeding the system while the streets burn. If you know, you know.

Listen. Share. Let the truth echo in every corner of the block.

Lyrics
Written by Daryl Splitt
Performed by EMCEE DXTRA, Big Splity 
Produced by Splitt Rekordz

(Intro)
Yo… the streets been buzzin’…
Red hot, like a stovetop flame,
But somehow… one man never burns.
One man slippin’ through the smoke.
We see you Twitchy…
Yeah, Snitchy Twitchy… this one’s for you.

(Hook)
Who’s that rat?!”
Snitchy Twitchy!”
Who’s got the badge?!”
Snitchy Twitchy!”
Call: “Who can’t hold their own?!”
Crowd: “Snitchy Twitchy!”
Who’s feedin’ the pigs?!”
 “Snitchy Twitchy!”

(Verse)
Twitchy the Snitchy, ya glitch in the system
Street heat risin’ but pigs still assist him
Crew all booked, they get cuffs and a sentence
You moonwalk past with a cop co-dependence

Ice bag peddler pipeline settler
Blame every mate when your mind gets wetter
House so foul it could choke a swine 
Yet you loop on the crew like the fault ain’t mine

Tick talk tough but the pay don’t land
Get robbed, then you cry with your outstretched hand
Make Splity cover what you can’t command 
You a cardboard king with a castle of sand

Street stay red // but your soul stay blue //
Workin’ that badge when the night falls through //
Snake in the grass // but your hiss too loud 
Now the whole damn block knows you’re pig-pen proud

(Hook)
Who’s that rat?!”
Snitchy Twitchy!”
Who’s got the badge?!”
Snitchy Twitchy!”
Who can’t hold their own?!”
Snitchy Twitchy!”
Who’s feedin’ the pigs?!”
Snitchy Twitchy!”

(Verse)
Talk about tick but your clock don’t tick right,
Big man flex but you fold in a fist fight,
No street soldier, just roll with disclosure,
Your mouth wide open when pigs come closer.

Fake lil’ hustler, trust gets thinner,
Turncoat rat turned cop-side dinner,
Name in the dirt but the dirt still cleaner,
Life in the gutter but you ain’t no dreamer.

Heat in the street but you cool with the law,
Cut every mate that could even the score,
Sellin’ your soul for a pat on the back,
But the street keep receipts and they know where you at.

(Bridge) 
You ain’t foolin’ no one,
Every loop, every lie, every whisper…
We clockin’ it all, Twitchy.
Your crew gone, your rep gone,
And your time?
Tickin’.

(Verse)
Remember that night when your stash went missin’?
You spun three days on a paranoid mission,
Blamin’ your mates, blamin’ the weather,
Blamin’ your ex and the thread in your sweater.

But the truth came out like a crack in the glass,
You misplaced your own now you talkin’ out your Arse!!!
House lookin’ foul while you bark on the phone,
Blamin’ everyone but the pig in your home.

We seen the raids on every street you touch,
But your door stays closed man, that says too much.
People do years while you still count stacks,
You ain’t clean, Twitch you just tradein’ facts.

(Hook)
Who’s that rat?!”
Snitchy Twitchy!”
Who’s got the badge?!”
Snitchy Twitchy!”
Who can’t hold their own?!”
Snitchy Twitchy!”
Who’s feedin’ the pigs?!”
Snitchy Twitchy!”
Who’s runnin’ from the truth?!”
Snitchy Twitchy!”
Who’s the weakest in the room?!”
Snitchy Twitchy!”

(Verse)
Runnin’ that mouth with the loose-lipped chatter,
Street game weak and your ice all shatter,
Talk like a king but you reign like drizzle,
Every word you spit got a cop in the middle.

Pig pen palace with the snitchy decor,
Badge in the pocket and you still want more,
Can’t hold weight so you pass that debt,
On a real one’s back nah, we don’t forget.

From the tick unpaid to the lies you tell,
From the crew you loop to the folks you sell,
Your page in the book’s just a caution sign,
Read loud in the block: “This rat ain’t mine.”

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