Snak The Ripper
October Skies
[Verse 1: Young Sin]
Man I be that type they be like yo my man you hella dope
Ridiculous with the style, I put dick in neck like sexual
Intellectual beings sit in sectional seating at the venue
Words I write can bleed and just blend through
Send you up into upper levels of Zen too
Should be kicked so fighter any guy that think my pen flew
I'm gonna pull the plug on any thug n***a I’ll end you
Slice and dice that ass so fast, you bleed, you cannot tend to
Deadly cloth ass n***as be thinking I’m one to play with
All behind my torso but more so they never say shit
To my face, holler race, anything you’ve ever conquered
Conquest, yes I be bonkers
All up in my business, what is this?
I keep it real , y’all keep it fake
It’s like my shit was born at Crystal Lake
And I will take you to the depths where there’s nothing left to find
My mind’s been left behind so many fucking times

[Hook]
Brass Tackz in the place, this be just a little taste
No, ain’t nobody safe and everybody knows
Brass Tackz in the place, this be just a little taste
No, ain’t nobody safe and everybody knows

Brass Tackz in the place, this be just a little taste
No, ain’t nobody safe and everybody knows
Brass Tackz in the place, this be just a little taste
No no, ain’t nobody safe and everybody knows
[Verse 2: Snak The Ripper]
Hey yo you right, Snaky be the type skintight like spandex
Got these fake cats asking what we plan next
Brass Tackz got you on your ass just like them Xanax
I been meeting smacking the rappers until my hands red
Cut through all of you like a knife in butter do
I’m the cu-cu-cutter stutter king did I stutter dude
Never plain subtle stay in front I gain a better view
Can’t explain where I came from cause I never knew
Back again the boldest men what we hold is smoldering
Known to win, fully blown, chronic smoke I hold it in
It’s a’ight
Snak at night kinda like the jackal type
Creep up on you from behind and take you to the afterlife
Fun and games never that
Spread my name like the clap
Ten of spades, ace of diamonds, homie vocally I’m strapped
No frills, no gimmicks, shit ain’t for the radio
I’m trying to slowly fuck the government and watch them pay me though

[Hook]
Brass Tackz in the place, this be just a little taste
No, ain’t nobody safe and everybody knows
Brass Tackz in the place, this be just a little taste
No, ain’t nobody safe and everybody knows
Brass Tackz in the place, this be just a little taste
No, ain’t nobody safe and everybody knows
Brass Tackz in the place, this be just a little taste
No no, ain’t nobody safe and everybody knows

[Verse 3: Evil Ebenezer]
Mayday mayday this brick better pay me bro
I’m unsung hung fucking young Warren Beatty hoes
Out of sight height strike top flight white nerd
Watch me hanging off the edge of an iceberg
With no icepick I might break your skin
I might hit your chin, I like sipping gin
I might slip it in, the rules are back in school
Some brick balls fucking back to rule
Now I don’t have to rattle on and take you places that you never been
You can just sit at home and wash your balls with Mr. Clean
I spin a nut shell go buckwild fuck sales
But don’t fuck seals cause that would be gross
Say peace then I’m ghost, Ebenezer take your pizza yeah the Greaser is choked
Yeah the greaser is choked
Brass Tackz baby and we stealing bases
Under October skies we got pumpkin faces