Snake City

“Broadcasting live from Snake City — population: venom.”

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Yo, welcome to Snake City, blink and you miss it

Built on betrayal, powered by hissin’

Politicians got fangs, cops got scales

And the mayor’s a python fresh outta jail

No sidewalks — just back alleys and vines

You either slither up or rot in the pines

Snakes in the church, snakes on patrol

And every last sermon got a venomous soul

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🎵 Snake City, where the shadows bite

No God, no law, just venom and spite

From dusk till dawn, they coil and crawl

One wrong move — and you lose it all 🎵

🎵 Snake City, where truth gets shed

In the skin of the lies that the newsman said

You don’t leave — you molt and mutate

Snake City seal your two-faced fate 🎵

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Strip club run by a rattler in heels

She dances on bones and unpaid bills

Gas station clerk got a cobra’s grin

Sells swamp gas, lotto, and original sin

They fry eggs on a copperhead’s back

While diamondbacks DJ over boom bap tracks

You get mugged by a snake in a cowboy hat

Tip his brim and say, “Thanks for that.”

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“See, in Snake City… loyalty ain’t a thing…

It’s just a skin you shed when it gets too tight.”

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🎵 Snake City, no pity, no prayers

Only thing holy is the thousand-yard stares

Say your name right or get bit quick

And don’t trust anyone that don’t hiss when they spit 🎵