Mr. Stan Lee

Oh my god I feel like Jamie fucking Foxx
I Spend a hunnit on some dirty fucking socks
We be gunnin', we ain't never seen the cops
Yeah we be running from the ops, Till the time stops
We ain't never seen the light
Lately I been stressing if I'm wrong or if I'm right
It's 4 o'clock but I ain't never catching sleep
Survival of the fittest, be the wolf and not the sheep
Not the sheep (Ah)
Boy I'm telling you these shoes ain't cheap
We be getting gass at the Blue Lake Creek
Last year, yeah the boy gone Greek
I be writing words while the whole world sleeps
But they gonna wake up, one day
Im the jury, the appeal, yeah I'm the judge
Yeah you don't stand a chance
This shit really close
We say Fuck the man, That's Jacky Chan, that's by popular demand

Mr. Stan Lee
I wanna fuck an atlete
She gotta give it to me, nasty
I don't give a fuck if it's the backseat
I drank too many shots, need a taxi
Yeah, drank too many shots you need a taxi
See, this shit off the top, ain't need a rap sheet
A wizard with the words I make em classy
And I don't ever make em sassy

Letsgo, Mr. Stan Lee
I wanna fuck an atlete
She gotta give it to me nasty
I don't give a fuck if it's the backseat
I drank too many shots, need a taxi
Yeah, drank too many shots you need a taxi
See, this shit off the top, ain't need a rap sheet
A wizard with the words I make em classy
And I don't ever make em sassy, yeah



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Writer(s): Ward Lieve G De Bruyn, Jari Marain
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