Brass Tacks - Chris Webby, D. Lector

Yeah, it’s time to get down to brass tacks

Get it cooking baby show me where the lab’s at

Here we go again, now see the cash stack

All these bills got my pockets saying Aflac

Yeah, it’s time to get down to brass tacks

Bunch of women in my whip like I’m Mad Max

(Ass fat) tap it like I’m skipping through my Snapchats

You can’t even do half that

You see I’ve always been a killer with raps, it’s that villainous cat

Go and tell em Jack the Ripper is back

And I’m making every syllable snap, a gorilla with the silverest back

Strength levels hitting simian stats

Loud pack until my eyes are cloudy

And I’m a monster with the ink, when I’m writing they call me Mike Wazowski

Am I dead?

Cause I see those vultures flying found me

Tryna get a piece of what I have proudly designed around me

And like Rhonda Rousey I’m smacking bitches, and act malicious

In the laboratory I’m back to business.

I been the, best in the burbs since my third CD

Still I’m under rated like making The Purge PG

(They gone love me, trust me)

Started in the lab as a puppy now I’m a fully grown UCONN husky

Never rusty, so never rush me, don’t ever touch me

Turned my skills into a job and now I’m getting money

My chick’s skinny, my piff’s sticky, my whip’s pretty

I been busy, stirring up trouble in Sin City

You’ll get killed really, here on the mic when I spit gritty

Eating rappers like I got the appetite of Chris Christie

I would listen to the radio, taping it on casette

So I could walk around my private school playin' it

And Eminem was my favourite, can’t you tell?

When I grab this serrated blade and I stab myself in the face with it

Grab a grenade and placin' it in my pocket and pulled the pin

That’s why the Darwin Awards is the only book I’m in

Hook 'em in, if these bitches single then my dick’l tingle

And you won’t need the internet to witness Christian mingle

Yeah, cause I been shooting for the stars

I got, openin' telescope, an uzi in the car

And now they see me rippin' the stage, I started out on the bottom

Got to the middle, now I’m flippin' the page bitch

Yeah, it’s time to get down to brass tacks

Get it cooking baby show me where the lab’s at

Here we go again, now see the cash stack

All these bills got my pockets saying Aflac

Yeah, it’s time to get down to brass tacks

Bunch of women in my whip like I’m Mad Max

(Ass fat) tap it like I’m skipping through my Snapchats

You can’t even do half that

Verse 2:

Bout to get down to brass tacks, nothing I’m doin' is half ass

In the booth, 100 proof, getting loose ‘til the roofs goes poof… match that

A literal lab rat, syllables abstract

Dozen notebooks, no hooks, in my timberland back pack

Killin' shit mad fast, doing some fat dabs

On a Dyno with black mags, no time for cat naps

Mother fuckers wake up, or climb a ladder with Jacob

Name your top 10 rappers, I’ll eat 5 like some Steakums

The other 5, 50/50 whether I could take em

But I know I could hang with every name that they been sayin'

Amazing’s an understatement, I’m underground, under rated

Under paid, and underappreciated

But I wouldn’t mind bein' famous… hint, hint

Go buy my album bitches, fuck it get both of ‘em

My flows opium, double dose, mind openin''

Feeling like I’m floatin' in, a boiling pool of molten gin

Engulfed in sin, tryna stay positive more or less

But I know, every shot can’t touch the bottom of the net

So it’s on to the next, never wanting to rest

Dominant as Indominus Rex, call me God in the flesh

Gotta confess, I really got a lot on my chest

Treasure buried in my heart, somewhere I forgot how to get

I guess, that’s why I’m chewin' percs, cause see the truth can hurt

Music works, as my way to connect with the universe

It’s not how hard you can hit, but get hit

All the scars and shit make you who you are, news alert

Be proud own it, third eye open I’m usin' words

And sound waves to time travel through space to Jupiter

Feelin' like its 4th down, game on the line

Hail Mary, Mary please, I’m just waitin' to shine

I’m the diamond in the rough that you’ve been waitin' to find

So, what the fucks up?

Stop wastin' my time

Yeah, it’s time to get down to brass tacks

Get it cooking baby show me where the lab’s at

Here we go again, now see the cash stack

All these bills got my pockets saying Aflac

Yeah, it’s time to get down to brass tacks

Bunch of women in my whip like I’m Mad Max

(Ass fat) tap it like I’m skipping through my Snapchats

You can’t even do half that