Artist: Shawn Wigs Album: The 45 King Song: Mo Styles Typed by: Cno Evil [Shawn Wigs] Yo, I got Hawaiian punchlines and Tropicana thoughts Got a rhyme for every square in your pack of Newports I got rainbow nuggets like Denver ballcourts Forget what I got, son, I keep styles of all sorts And my flows, Louis, just like your girls Vaton And my mic catch heat, like a tanning salon See the way I spit darts is like a man just bombed Under my arm, I got you and a dope fiend struggling Your your guns get flatlined just like Keifer Sutherland Log heads, I smell the wood burn when you think You got it all, but I can rob you blind when you blink So don't sleep, Wiggy Kruger commit crimes, blow dimes Up to the break of dawn, I write rhymes Jack beats, 45 times a week And I can spit a shit, rappers out, both on my sheets