Artist: Leathafase Album: Dog Will Hunt Song: Staten Island Get Da Money Typed by: pneumatic [Leathafase] Staten Island get the money Niggas still scream'n, Paper take'n A razor scraping your facial inside a vacant basement There's no replacement, I'll give you The Joker's face lift Or spray the fifth and make you an instant heart surgeon patient I was once abducted by a spaceship Then recreated by the exact same chick that fabricated The Matrix A hustler on the grave shift that just turned atheist Witness eighty-six Christians murder Jesus for his greatness His rise was celebrated with new cloths and the latest kicks They call it Easter, Bullet holes are engraved into the bricks The greatest war summit, This isn't a war I wanted God why did my son have to be incubated in a whore's stomach Fucking every dud she grinds on in the club She's blind, Using savage acts of sex to find love Rise above the madness, Confront this, Face punishment Or get raided worse then Georgia by a Russian gun ship Shit I'm half man half amazing, Got women salivating Saying that I'm they babies daddy and they gladly waiting For me to break up with the women I'm recently dating Peace for the Haitian and Puerto Rican penetration And tenants placed in secret locations Under investigation for using crack to pay for my child's education From the corner to the radio station, Broadcasted Rapid automatics raining lead when I forecast it This alpha male savage weapon is die casted Raw gun metal crafted manufactured by a blacksmith Possibly I squash the at a high velocity Animosity, Kill the cat son for curiosity My city of Atlantis, Giant gigantic Small Earth people panic, Kill an innocent bystanders Threaten to bomb your planet like Marvin the Martian Charging my squadron, The drill is off Killing off your Sergeant, I beg your pardon In a mist of Agent Orange soldiers swarm and die Elect Vietnam, Bombing a foreign More corrupt then Gates, More psycho then Bates From the hotel I masturbate and jerk shots from a tre eight So vacate the premises, Your helicopter is shot Your propeller's popped, You dropped in a hot pot of cosmic slop Why is it not, The best lyrical style you heard of Cause crabs get murdered, And every two bars clips inserted Insert it between the blue lines, Parallel, Burn in Hell Rap style dirty where the germs dwell, Spray your disinfectants Try and get rid of me, Consider me the epitome You puny humans get broke like virginity Electricity flows within me like Raiden, Then I slayed him You crabs can all suck my dick with an invitation