Artist: Shawn Wigs Album: The 45 King Song: Shitty Typed by: Cno Evil [Shawn Wigs] Uh-huh, yo, we gon' tell 'em, that's right You'se a day dream, Maybelline queen, you know the twat team 45 kings in thrones, golden bones Rock two-tones, got two cell phones Got a Grey Goose elbow for just twisting the bottle Holding a pistol, Big Pop, I begs a crystal Just shitty, writing our darts on toilet tissue I miss you when you gone, I blow bows of the charm I'm the, eye of the tiger, ain't easy to remain calm I slay, competition, I'm here to earn my position And once I get my title, ya'll fuckas can stop bitching That's dead ass, I got the streets in the smash So which, portable rhymes, with mad books in the stash Fuck class, I'm assed out in a league of my own My own, shit I ain't know rap was cloned Bunch of copy cat bitch asses, uh-huh