Chris Webby - Bra** Tacks lyrics

[Hook - Chris Webby:] Yeah, it's time to get down to bra** 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 Afflack Yeah, it's time to get down to bra** 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 1 - Chris Webby:] You see I've always been a k**er 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 b**hes, and act malicious In the laboratory it's 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, they'll never touch me Turned my sk**s into a job and now I'm getting money [Hook - Chris Webby:] Yeah, it's time to get down to bra** 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 Afflack Yeah, it's time to get down to bra** 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 - Danimal Lector:] Bout to get down to bra** tacks, nothing I'm doin' is half a** 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 k**in' sh** mad fast, doing some fat dabs On a Dyno with black mags, no time for cat naps Mother f**ers 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 b**hes, f** 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 sh** 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 f**s up? Stop wastin' my time [Hook - Chris Webby:] Yeah, it's time to get down to bra** 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 Afflack Yeah, it's time to get down to bra** 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