I wonder what a snitch eats as the morning dawns,
before the snitch goes into town to do his nasty cons,
I wonder what a snitch eats at the beginning of the day,
before a long day with his mob brothers whom he wrongs.

I wonder what a snitch eats before receiving pay,
sitting in the booth with none other than Agent K,
spilling his guts over his breakfast treat
to make a quick buck, which makes the snitch oh so gay.

I wonder what a snitch eats before being beat,
all strung up in a chair, the Don has a lesson to teach.
you messed with the mob, and you betrayed your brothers, told the FBI we leave bodies in ditches,
when we’re done here, they’ll find your body bloodied on the beach.

I wonder what a snitch eats after waking to fishes
does a snitch eat pancakes and bacon, or do they settle for stitches?
I’m sure that snitches can afford the best with their ill gained riches,
making themselves breakfast a plenty, and leaving out the dishes.