Artist: Shawn Wigs Album: The 45 King Song: Grape Juice Typed by: Cno Evil [Shawn Wigs] You spit 24 bars, I spit 8, double my weight Get money like bumping nicks for twenties out of state Your talk is cheap, verbally assault you quick But all that up north talk is pork, I pump like bricks From the streets to the sticks of Maryland Heights And my mic is too hot for my wrist to hold ice Barbeque buds smell the fruit loops like Toucan Smoke the M-E-T-H, but no O.D., Man Blue cans, blew order then a grape juice can It's Theodore, pa, that's more than a few, fams Wristbands, rock around my legs and forearms Got more style in one verse than you got in three songs