Westside Gunn Eastergunn Day 4 Freestyle (feat. Mach Hommy)
[Intro: Keisha Plum]
Cleanse my hands in Holy Water
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
They taught us patience in them scriptures
Yet the streets made us vicious
Hoodie pastel, scorpion and scales
Double shots of D'USSÉ, blunt filled with Pluto
And we love to torture slow
Tried to pray that devil away
Cut his tongue, since he has so much to say
What the f..ck you niggas thought?
It's Easter Gunnday
[Skit: 50 Cent]
Griselda
[Verse 1: Westside Gunn]
Ayo, hopped out the fiend rental (Skrrt)
Drug deals cover my mental, Fear of God sweatsuits very essential
TEC-12 with the silencers on 'em, you hear the whistle (Pew, pew, pew, pew, pew, pew)
Mercedes Wagens, no door, Randy Savage
East side Survivor Series, lost the coke [?] Patrick (Ah)
Essential bookin', all my jewels on, it look like Virgil cooked it
On balconies, ocean overlookin' (Ah)
Ten bags, twelve bags, the red helicopter doin' the helipad
You hella mad, I'm rockin' shit you ain't never had (Uh-uh)
The Margiela Stella bag (Ah), Givenchys with the leather tag
Pino carrara hella fast (Skrrt), the shit'll never last
MCM avalanche, the pole Kevin Nash (Ah, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Bodies was tradition, wishin' (Ah)
I could see my niggas locked in prison again, f..ck the system (Fuck the system)
Scream "Free Kutter" 'til they free him (Free Kutter, ah), carpe diem
Shootin' out the grey BM (Skrrt), tryna whip the coke on Easter (Whip)
Rose gold Patek, rose gold Jesus with my features
Skeletons, we robbin' Nieman's (Ah)
Your family had you in the casket lookin' half-decent
In Trinidad with two bitches, freaky, one Puerto Rican (Woo)
Slam the bitch like Tito Santana (Ah)
We was in the Taliban, niggas baggin' grams up (Ah)
I used to drive them highpoints up from Atlanta (Ah, skrrt)
Reclinin' in the 600, leanin' off the Fanta (Ah)
Terrell snitched on me, had a nigga in the slammer (Ah)
And [?] lunch at Dan Tana's (Ah)
I don't wanna shoot unless your shit got a banana (Brr, brr, ah, brr)
Hundred round drum but I don't think you understand 'em (Ah, brr)
[Interlude: Westside Gunn & Mach-Hommy]
EasterGunn Day 4, nigga (Brr)
And I don't give a f..ck about none of these niggas, lord
(FLYGOD)
Man, f..ck these niggas (La, la la la, la la)
You know how much f..ckin' money I made since part 3, nigga? (La, la la la, la la)
I'm not payin' attention to these niggas, man (La)
I don't give a f..ck about none of this shit, man (Fuck 'em)
I do what I do (I do what I do, ah)
Everything I f..ckin' do, niggas steal it, man (Ooh)
I can't have shit, nigga (Can't have shit, nigga)
Y'all niggas is f..ckin' bums, man (Fuckin' bums, do your own shit, nigga)
My motherfuckin' dog richer than you niggas, man (Word to Westside Angel)
My dog eat better food than you, nigga (Peace to Westside Angel)
And I don't even know what you- listen
Niggas be talkin' slick shit in these f..ckin' interviews, man (Ah)
I seen that shit, man, I laughed, though (Hahaha)
I was in the f..ckin' back of a Cullinan, nigga (Hahahaha)
And I know what y'all niggas drivin' (La, la la la, la la, la)
But look, you know what season it is (Ah, know what f..ckin' season)
Hitler Wears Hermes motherfuckin' 8, nigga (Brr)
Sincerely Adolf (Brr, ah)
I'm 'bout to f..ck the whole world up again (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Listen, Part 7 was better than y'all niggas catalogs, man (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Came right back, did Pray for Paris (Ah)
I do this shit with no effort, nigga (With no effort, nigga)
I'm 'bout to move to Paris, nigga, just start paintin' (Oui, oui)
This rap shit too easy
How the f..ck you gon' be the best at some shit that you don't even wanna do? (The f..ckin' GOAT, nigga)
(FLYGOD)
And y'all niggas try hard to get to this shit (Fuckin' catch up, I'm the f..ckin' GOAT, nigga)
I would say "Take my spot", but then I'd be a f..ckin' bum (La, la la la, la la, can't do that)
I would switch spots, but then I'd be a f..ckin' bum (La, la la la, la la, can't do that)
But, yo, after 8, we droppin' Pray for Haiti (Ah, ah)
You know what that mean, right? (Ayo, brr, ah)
[Verse 2: Mach-Hommy]
[Outro: Mach-Hommy]
