Westside Gunn, Mach-Hommy, Keisha Plum - Easter Gunday lyrics

Bow our heads, let us pray
Thou shall not disrespect the FLYGOD
Thou shall not let any foul slick
Shit come out ya mouthpiece
Or else, crowbar to ya jaw
Knock out ya teeth
Then smile and say "Let's go eat"
Red Snapper oysters and fettuccine
Givenchy snakeskin and florals
By Riccardo Tisci
Have you feeling like David in the Lion’s Den
Give you faith of a mustard seed
Mustard colored 'Rari pushing a
100mph on the 33
Cheektowaga PD in my rear-view
If they catch me
I'm resurrecting like the lamb of God
In plum poetry, i trust
Everything else is a fucking fraud

My niggas at the Round Table eatin’ good


Ain't no shrimp steaks for you
(shrimp steaks for you)
We popping bottles like the '96 Bulls
Ain't no more Ace for you
(no more Ace for you)
If them niggas ain't come to the
Party, well it's fuck 'em niggas, shoot
(brrrrr)
Welcome Home Killa Tone, my nigga 40
This shit here for you

Ayo I'm back so soon
Beef and Broc’ two tones
The Maybach go vroom
I had them fiends on tilt
Yo this work can’t lose
He cracked his pipe around 10
He was back by noon
K cutter choppin' ’em, no top Lexus
We hop in it
Fed two Bulados with the socks in 'em
These niggas mad 'cause I'm popular
Whip the work -
Wrist like the blades on the helicopter bruh
(whip) the books lied, I’m not merciful
They thought I started with them
Now I'm damn near 'bout to circle them
I'm T-shirting them
I wish I could bring Phife Dawg
Back and just murder them
(Rest In Peace Phife)
I'm nasty, come test me
Driving and shooting
Niggas swore I was a lefty
(doot doot doot doot doot doot)
In the Wraith playing Retchy
Dropped FLYGOD, now the bitches say I'm sexy
Wait, wait, wait
I never hesitate, hold the MAC-11 straight
Thoughts to annihilate
Ya last full day was yesterday
RAF off the showroom floor, I never wait
Don't make me turn lyrical
Lupe with the GAT on
Don't make me get spiritual
It's God with a mask on
I only wanna meet MF DOOM
This still on cassette
Keep playing, I had some LI bloods on ya neck
Pay some Crips out on Grape
They go to So High
Blow a whole check with Jake
We best that ever do this shit
About to take some acting classes
Fucking turn to Ludacris
Hit Dre at Aftermath
Make art with Anderson Paak
The nigga moved so I shot (boom)
Sorry, my wordplay explicit
Radio scared of me, but the hood say I did it
My IG floor seats next to Lillard
I'm thinking Notorious BIG, but bigger
Dig up Warhol for the picture
Take a shit, whatever color it is
I paint the Fisker (skrrrr)

My niggas at the Round Table eatin' good
Ain't no shrimp steaks for you
We popping bottles like the '96 Bulls
Ain't no more Ace for you
If them niggas ain't come to the
Party with his fucking next shoe
Welcome Home Killa Tone
My nigga 40 - this shit here for you

Ayo, it's Easter Gunday
It was such a beautiful day
Took my Grandma out to eat
But, yo, FLYGOD in stores
Make sure you get that
See, Griselda the illest niggas out
I put whatever on it
We don't think like y'all niggas
But I'll get into that later
See, it's not just me it's not just Conway
But I got another nigga my nigga MACH
See, his shit drop in the May
But until then
We gon' kill y'all niggas with everything
We just having fucking fun
It's nothing else to do ayo MACH
Show these niggas why you the
Nastiest nigga out this motherfucker

I told y'all niggas don't
Tag me with niggas
Y'all thought I was fucking playing, huh?
I told y'all niggas
Y'all niggas tag me with them niggas?
I'mma make it bad
So for Bus Kingpin #TheLosers
I'll smash any one of
You motherfuckers for fun see, I'm a boss
Don't get this hip-hop shit twisted nigga
Y'all niggas know me ayo, Bus
What I'm driving Bus?
You seen the fucking Tesla
You been to my spot nigga
How many floors it got, Bus? Ayo Mag
You came to my show, right? Brooklyn Fest
You had on fucking sandals
See, I'm not like y'all niggas ayo Smoovth
See, you cool you hit me in the DM
You know I could screenshot all that
I ain't no "screenshot nigga" though
I speak facts
You don't want no problems, you cool
I don't got no problem with Roze
Your chain on, I had in middle school though
My nigga it's a little rusty
Put some nail polish on that motherfucker
And see, I'm a legend-killer too
Any OG don't like this shit, speak up now
'Cause I'm never gonna speak
Again about this shit i tried to be nice
It's Griselda you understand that?
G-x-F-R (Griselda) Griselda - I ain't with no other niggas
I'm a boss
I don't follow trends nigga, I set them
You understand?
Ask about me behind that wall, nigga
Niggas cook my shit
I eat good every day, nigga
You understand me?
I ain't 'bout to threaten
Niggas and all that
I ain't even 'bout to keep doing all that
I'm just letting y'all niggas know
If it's a motherfucking problem
Say something nigga and I'm not even gon'
Respond with another song
But when I see y'all niggas - you
Know what fucking time it is
You know who with me nigga
I don't gotta explain myself
I got money nigga
My shoes on my feet a $1, 000 nigga
God is my witness and I'm the fucking FLYGOD
I could talk all fucking day
Y'all gon' listen, right?
You still listening, right?
Don't fucking play with me man
Now niggas want a fucking logo
Now niggas wanna make shirts
Now niggas wanna have wrestling names
Now niggas- what else?
Now they want art as their fucking covers
Come on man see, niggas
I'm looking at little shit
"Oh, he gettin' all these big features"
"Oh, this nigga got no drums in his beats"
Listen, my shit is art nigga
My shit is legendary i'm niggas fathers
Yo it's niggas right now that
Wanna be me man i used to wanna be like Nas
I used to wanna be like Ghost
It's niggas that wanna be Westside
Gunn right now nigga i'm that fiend
Y'all niggas is just fucking bums
We ain't the same

Rico: No ribs

Mitch: Come on B

Rico: No ribs
No rice no champagne
You don't eat nothing