Westside Gunn - EasterGunn Day 4 Freestyle lyrics

[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 fu*k you ni**as 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' sh*t you ain't never had (Uh-uh) The Margiela Stella bag (Ah), Givenchys with the leather tag Pino carrara hella fast (Skrrt), the sh*t'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 ni**as locked in prison again, fu*k the system (fu*k 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 b*tches, freaky, one Puerto Rican (Woo) Slam the b*tch like Tito Santana (Ah) We was in the Taliban, ni**as 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 ni**a in the slammer (Ah) And [?] lunch at Dan Tana's (Ah) I don't wanna shoot unless your sh*t 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, ni**a (Brr) And I don't give a fu*k about none of these ni**as, lord (FLYGOD) Man, fu*k these ni**as (La, la la la, la la) You know how much fu*kin' money I made since part 3, ni**a? (La, la la la, la la) I'm not payin' attention to these ni**as, man (La) I don't give a fu*k about none of this sh*t, man (fu*k 'em) I do what I do (I do what I do, ah) Everything I fu*kin' do, ni**as steal it, man (Ooh) I can't have sh*t, ni**a (Can't have sh*t, ni**a) Y'all ni**as is fu*kin' bums, man (fu*kin' bums, do your own sh*t, ni**a) My motherfu*kin' dog richer than you ni**as, man (Word to Westside Angel) My dog eat better food than you, ni**a (Peace to Westside Angel) And I don't even know what you- listen ni**as be talkin' slick sh*t in these fu*kin' interviews, man (Ah) I seen that sh*t, man, I laughed, though (Hahaha) I was in the fu*kin' back of a Cullinan, ni**a (Hahahaha) And I know what y'all ni**as drivin' (La, la la la, la la, la) But look, you know what season it is (Ah, know what fu*kin' season) Hitler Wears Hermes motherfu*kin' 8, ni**a (Brr) Sincerely Adolf (Brr, ah) I'm 'bout to fu*k the whole world up again (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom) Listen, Part 7 was better than y'all ni**as 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 sh*t with no effort, ni**a (With no effort, ni**a) I'm 'bout to move to Paris, ni**a, just start paintin' (Oui, oui) This rap sh*t too easy How the fu*k you gon' be the best at some sh*t that you don't even wanna do? (The fu*kin' GOAT, ni**a) (FLYGOD) And y'all ni**as try hard to get to this sh*t (fu*kin' catch up, I'm the fu*kin' GOAT, ni**a) I would say "Take my spot", but then I'd be a fu*kin' bum (La, la la la, la la, can't do that) I would switch spots, but then I'd be a fu*kin' 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]