Artist: Shawn Wigs Album: The 45 King Song: Match Boxer Typed by: Cno Evil [Shawn Wigs] Yo, son it's a new wave, I grind til my matchbox glitters Deep sports massage, and five Swiss baby sitters Oil me up, the Tin Man's tin king Got a rusty pipe with silk sheets on a flight My name belts spell Wiganomics in brass Life in the fast lane, kept my foot on the gas Haul ass and these streets is, dying for sale This ain't a remix, I'm layin' the first bricks to ground The foundation, play me in heavy rotation Fuck peace, see, I hold weight in population That's my word, deeper than your Bourne Identity Stuck in the G-35 Coupe Infiniti Sweat balls, rock a big heat in the summer In my two thousand and five Ironman hummer