Stan Lee (feat. Levicticus G. Bradshaw)

Leviticus intro
Alright, alright, So uh, I heard y'all niggas been lookin for me
Heard y'all niggas wanted to
Rump wit the big dog
That's what they call it in the hood
Well look man I was talking to my boy Johnny
My boy Johnny, he told me he said
Niggas is hatin on you man.
And you know what I told Johnny? 
I said Johnny look,
Ok If I had three wishes right, right?
And I said yo, uh
I used those three wishes to an asshole
A porcelain toilet
And a roll of Downy 
Y'all still wouldn't have shit on me
Ya dig that?
You sanitation, recycle Tuesday morning,
Paper, metal, plastic, scented glad bag trash ass niggas
I been molded by the same Clay as Cassius baby
And I'll be the greatest even when I'm in the casket baby

Verse 1
A lot of bad decisions
A lot of y'all facts are missing
I don't ask permission 
I kinda just ask forgiveness 
I crafted cartons for missing content 
Y'all rapping different 
A lot of that auto tuning
A whole lot of that ad-libbin'
A Deity with this verbiage
Hence the apparition 
A seed of the sun of Adam
Still everything that Adam isn't 
A conversation with grandpa Eddie that followed Christmas
Gifted wit wisdom
Oliver people frames facilitated his vision
He said a statement and I won't forget it
Listen
The one mouth 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 saying shit, if you gonna regret it
I gave a lot of thought to this before I said it,
My throw always will make gravesites of y'all best shit
Y'all full of shit like an autopsy for Elvis 
And I'm full of Gold like the Benz Pusha T pendant nigga

Leviticus
Ok ok ok ok I must say this one thing man
I put that on the founder of Benadryl, and the founder of Tempur-pedic mattresses baby 
I'm getting tired of mothafuckas sleeping on me
Ima wake me up 
I mean funeral service, Tom Ford, 3-piece suit, 
Wake these motha fuckas up

Verse 2
Y'all keep talking that big shit
You keep your mouths open under the pluming
I'm coming
With more flows then a building under construction 
I'm coming
Her head'll lead to concussions 
Tunnel vision
Like Kodak Black featured Harriet Tubman 
See cold niggas never needed to hide behind fire production
Me, I deliver the gold
No matter the track or the feature I'm Michael Johnson in 96' sprinting 200 meters tell y'all niggas to run it
Yo pedestal
And yo jewels
Get a verse with me on it
Nigga you'll be making withdrawals like animations you comics
I tried to keep it platonic
But see I fuck with you niggas less than confederates in Hilfiger Boxers
I promise
Never compromise for the novice ask em
Pussy and niggas all the same, 
Getting into it can get distracting
I'm a reflection of a different ranking
So step yo bars up
You lack the connection I see you lagging 
You too far behind 
To ever pay you no mind 
Get off me

Leviticus
Alright alright ima say this for the last time baby
Ima put you bitch niggas 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 niggas
You need a certain type of vision to see me baby
That's the Stan Lee Avenger talk baby
I'll still bag your bitch wholesale nigga 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 motha fuckas
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait
You talking to me about being a man
Huh? Me?
Nigga I got condoms you could fit ya whole body in little nigga
You ain't a man
You a Mountain Dew, Top pop,
Low sperm count having child
That should be punished for taking to the breath that the good Lord gave you to speak my name out loud
Get your coins up before you step to this machine and get changed nigga 
And I ain't gone say it again...
Bitch.