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[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 fuck you n***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)
In central bookin', all my jewels on, it look like Virgil cooked it
My balcony is ocean overlookin' (Ah)
Ten beds, twelve baths, the red helicopter on 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 Everlast, the pole Kevin Nash (Ah, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Bodies was tradition, wishin' (Ah)
I could see my n***as locked in prison again, fuck 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, n***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 n***a in the slammer (Ah)
And JW Anderson's lunch at Dan Tana's (Ah)
I don't wanna shoot unless your shit got a banana (Brrt, brrt, ah, brrt)
Hundred round drum but I don't think you understand 'em (Ah, brrt)
[Interlude: Westside Gunn & Mach-Hommy]
EasterGunn Day 4, n***a (B'rrt)
And I don't give a fuck about none of these n***as, lord
(FLYGOD)
Man, fuck these n***as (La, la la la, la la)
You know how much fuckin' money I made since part three, n***a? (La, la la la, la la)
I'm not payin' attention to these n***as, man (La)
I don't give a fuck about none of this shit, man (Fuck 'em)
I do what I do (I do what I do, ah)
Everything I fuckin' do, n***as steal it, man (Ooh)
I can't have shit, n***a (Can't have shit, n***a)
Y'all n***as is fuckin' bums, man (Fuckin' bums, do your own shit, n***a)
My motherfuckin' dog richer than you n***as, man (Word to Westside Angel)
My dog eat better food than you, n***a (Peace to Westside Angel)
And I don't even know what you- listen
N***as be talkin' slick shit in these fuckin' interviews, man (Ah)
I seen that shit, man, I laughed, though (Hahaha)
I was in the fuckin' back of a Cullinan, n***a (Hahahaha)
And I know what y'all n***as drivin' (La, la la la, la la, la)
But look, you know what season it is (Ah, know what fuckin' season)
Hitler Wears Hermes motherfuckin' 8, n***a (Brrt)
Sincerely Adolf (Brrt, ah)
I'm 'bout to fuck the whole world up again (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Listen, Part seven was better than y'all n***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 shit with no effort, n***a (With no effort, n***a)
I'm 'bout to move to Paris, n***a, just start paintin' (Oui, oui)
This rap shit too easy
How the fuck you gon' be the best at some shit that you don't even wanna do? (The fuckin' GOAT, n***a)
(FLYGOD)
And y'all n***as try hard to get to this shit (Fuckin' catch up, I'm the fuckin' GOAT, n***a)
I would say "Take my spot", but then I'd be a fuckin' bum (La, la la la, la la, can't do that)
I would switch spots, but then I'd be a fuckin' 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, brrt, ah)
[Verse 2: Mach-Hommy]

[Outro: Mach-Hommy]