Messhall Talk Westside Gunn

[Intro]
Yo, you should've fucking seen me, nigga
I step through, I had the
The fuckin' Reagan era sweatsuit on with the bucket and shit, nah'mean?!
The fucking Clarks had the python strings in 'em
Yo, the shit was stup', yo
I told you to fuck with me, nigga
Man, yo, the shit was wild, though—on some G shit

[Verse 1]
Make way for the marvelous
Cop so much Ace, they ran out of sparklers, word
Pissy hallways, we made the offices
MAC in his face, you swear he had Parkinson's
Niggas on the block say I'm starving 'em
Pardon my Jag
The roof I had to cot-shhhhh
Dapper Dan guts in the 88
Galliano sweatsuit, the little AVA
.40 caliber chrome, I shall roam
Seek and destroy niggas, demolish they thrones
MCM backpack with gats in 'em
Streets or prison, they both got plenty rats in 'em
If fly was a crime, I'd be in maximum
Let me out for an hour, I might stab a nigga
Playing chess with other bosses
Made a few moves, realizing that they novice, yo
Hibachi shrimp laying next to swordfish
Gargle some Louie and spit it in ya fucking face
Enough face, let us get the plug
Roll ya body in a Persian rug, word to Blood
Lanvin low tops with my two step
Smash ya favorite rapper like "who's next?"
Even if you broke you better pay attention
Bear witness to the flyest muh'fucka living