Easter Gunday Westside Gunn (Ft. Keisha Plum & Mach-Hommy)

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[Intro: Keisha Plum]
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

[Hook: Westside Gunn]
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