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stan lee - oswin benjamin lyrics

[intro: levicticus g. bradshaw]
alright, alright, so uh, i heard y’all n*ggas been lookin’ for me. heard y’all n*ggas wanted to rump with the big dawg. that’s what they call it in the hood. well, look, man, i was talkin’ to my boy johnny, my boy johnny, he told me, he said, “n*ggas is hatin’ on you, man.” and you know what i told johnny? i said, “johnny, look. okay, if i had three wishes, right, right?” and i said, “yo, uh, i used those three wishes to be an assh0l*.” a porcelain toilet, and a roll of downy, y’all still wouldn’t have sh*t on me. ya dig that? you sanitation, recycle tuesday morning, paper, metal, plastic, scented glad bag trash ass n*ggas. i been moulded by the same clay as cassius, baby, and i’ll be the greatest even when i’m in the casket, baby
somebody gon’ die tonight
somebody gon’ die tonight
somebody gon’ die tonight
somebody gon’ die tonight

[verse 1: oswin benjamin]
a lot of bad decisions, a lot of y’all facts are missin’
i don’t ask permission, i kinda just ask forgiveness
i crafted cartons for missin’ content, y’all rappin’ different
a lot of that auto*tunin’, a whole lot of that ad*libbin’
a deity with this verbiage, hence the apparition
a seed of the sin of adam, still everything that adam isn’t
a conversation with grandpa eddie that followed christmas
gifted with wisdom, oliver people frames facilitated his vision
he said a statement and i won’t forget it
listen
the one month and the two*ear theory
jehovah made us, this was to tell to listen two times as much as we form a sentence
before you fix yo’ lips sayin’ sh*t, if you gonna regret it
i gave a lot of thought to this before i said it, now
my throw always will make gravesites of y’all best sh*t, uh
y’all full of sh*t like an autopsy for elvis
and i’m full of gold like the benz pusha t pendant, n*gga

[interlude: levicticus g. bradshaw]
okay, okay, okay, okay, i must say this one thing, man. i put that on the founder of benadry, and the founder of tempur*pedic mattresses, baby. i’m getting tired of mothaf*ckas sleeping me, i’ma wake me up. i mean funeral service, tom ford, three*piece suit, wake these mothaf*ckas up

[verse 2: oswin benjamin]
y’all keep talkin’ that big sh*t
you keep your mouths open under the plumin’, i’m comin’
with more flows than a buildin’ under construction, i’m comin’
her head’ll lead to concussions
tunnel vision like kodak black featured harriet tubman
see cold n*ggas never needed to hide behind fire production
see me, i deliver the gold
no matter the track of the feature, i’m michael johnson in ’96 sprintin’ two*hundred meters
tell y’all n*ggas to run it
yo’ pedestals and yo’ jewels
get a verse with me on it
n*gga, you’ll be makin’ withdrawals like animations, you comics
i tried to keep it platonic
but see, i f*ck with you n*ggas less than confederates in hilfiger boxers
i promise
never compromise for the novice, ask ‘em
p*ssy and n*ggas all the same
gettin’ into it can get distractin’
i’m a reflection of a different rankin’
so step yo’ bars up
you lack the connection, i see you laggin’
you too far behind to every pay you no mind
get off me

[outro: levicticus g. bradshaw]
alright, alright, i’ma say this for the last time, baby. i’ma put you b*tch n*ggas in the kennel, you keep telling yourself you could see me, i dare you. you helen keller, stevie wonder, ray charles, georgia on my mind, ribbon in the sky singing ass n*ggas. you need a certain type of vision to see me, baby. that’s the stan lee avenger talk, baby. i’ll still bag your b*tch wholesale, n*gga, don’t play with me. big toe hanging over the flip*flops and all that. yaw dirty, still running through the sprinklers. put down the saltines and get your sodium situated. ya salty, ya seasoned, ya lowry ass mothaf*ckas. wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. you talking to me about being a man, huh? me? n*gga, i got condoms you could fit ya whole body in, little n*gga. you ain’t a man. you a mountain dew, top pop, low sperm count having children that should be punished for taking to the breath that the good lord gave you to sneak my name out loud. get your coins up before you step to this machine and get changed, n*gga. and i ain’t gon’ say it again, b*tch

- oswin benjamin lyrics

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