SKRAPS, the debut mixtape from Leon Shannon, is being released with a promotional tour de force featuring t-shirts and posters intended to mark an epic start of the rapper’s career. While his marketing team doesn’t lack for ambition, SKRAPS doesn’t separate itself from any other crunk album on the scene. Nearly every track on SKRAPS is militant in its mediocrity. On “Leave They Mouth Open,” Shannon steals your girl. On “Lick the Wrapper,” he gets a blow job. On “Women Lie,” he namedrops Toni Braxton and Beyoncé as if he somehow occupies the same world as those two chart-toppers. Admittedly, Shannon’s brand of sing-songy, cave crunk could reward him handsomely, but it’s not because he even considers breaking the mold. The closest he comes is on “All I Know,” where he admits, “Real talk/my partner died last year,” before confessing, “Pops left early/but that’s for a another chapter.” Then the dopey chorus drops in as if Shannon is afraid to elaborate. With such an insistence on being boilerplate, SKRAPS manages to be epically overbearing and forgettable in equal measure. Skip the disc; buy the t-shirt.