“The Crimson Chin!?”

[Verse 1:]
Debo ass boy
You getting hit
With a brick
Matter fact
Take it back
Imma walk with my stick
(Okay)
Fully automatic
I like loading up the clip
Like a herpe
Imma put the thirty to ya lip
Make it buzz
Like a bee
N***as saying
That they brackin’
Bitch you from the summit
You’ll get caught lackin’
Spoon fed n***a
But he love to claim the hood
Bitch I’m Forty Seven Shawnn
I’m from the Wishan***awoods
Cause I wish a N***a would
Ever run up on me
Put a sniper on the roof
Like it’s call of duty
You wanna fight me?
How ya wanna fight
But ya bitch wanna fuck me
N***a you lucky
I Never caught a body
But I’m dreaming
That I did it
N***as capped up
Like a hat
That was fitted
You already know
Bitch I’m spitting out acidic
Harry Potter magic
Cause you know I reppin’ quidditch
N***a better quit it
Witnessed him
Murder Jehovah
Bitch I’m a trapper
Who got a diploma
Bitch I’m a rapper
I’m fresh out the scene
Hit me a stain
Like my name Mr. Clean
N***a you a lick
Never gave a fuck about a bitch
Switch
Smoking on this gas
I’m lit
Lighter
Got an Odd Future like Tyler
Stepping’ on ya block
Make you hide
Like the wire
You already know
How I’m coming
Drumming
Nick cannon
Drummer band
Bumping
Stuntin’
Kinda like my daddy
Never met the n***a
Got a deadbeat daddy
Can’t tell time
Whenever I be looking at my Patek
Make ya bitch
Back it up
Like five O’clock traffic
What’s about to happen
Bitch I’m bout to lead
Shoot him in his foot
Make him kaepernick knee
Cap a n***a
If he ever cappin’ on the gang
Bang bang
You a Kappa n***a
Now you need a cane
(YESSIR THIS N***A SPITTIN’)

[Verse 2:]
LAME N***A
Tokyo Drift like I’m Luda
I keep reloading the kuda
Pop me a opp
What is this feeling I’m feeling
I’m throwing out discs like I’m Krillin
I’m feeling like cell
A bat outta hell
Gas what I smoke
And don’t cover the smell
I trap when I want
And I’ll flip what you can’t
Posing him
Leaving him right where he stand
Pockets so heavy
Can’t hold up my pants
You n***as are goofy
Baby ass boy
You are Stewie
You smoking on boofy
Get to the bag
That was my regular
I don’t fuck around
With the opps or the federal
Bitch if I said it, I meant it
Bitch if I bought it
I flipped it
I don’t give a fuck about a hoe
I don’t give a fuck about a bitch
Stitch, Lilo
Ohana-
Don’t fuck with the family
You are my enemy’s enemy
Don’t wanna fuck
Cause she into me
Turning her up
And I’m draining her energy
Life is so hard
But I’m keeping it simple
Making ya bitch
Pop that pussy like pimple
Put up that beam to ya face like a dimple
Playing ya bitch like a fiddle
N***as be gay like a skittle
Hot when I rap like a sizzle
Drumming?
Nick cannon drummer band bumping
Trapping
Just like I’m Jeezy
I’m wearing OFF-WHITES
And my jacket from YEEZY
My life is on easy-
N***as be capped like a beanie
Making a wish like a genie
I’m in her bottom like sea of bikini
I nut on her face
I’m in love with graffiti
(Wow Shawnn you’re really a fucking dumbass)