'Guild' is featured as a movie character in the following productions:

Three Certainties (2010)

Taglines:

Death, Taxes, And...

Actors Patrick Waring (producer), Patrick Waring (writer), Patrick Waring (director), Patrick Waring (editor), Rohan Mirchandaney (actor), John Cunningham (actor), Rod Barr (actor), Carolyn Masson (actress), Nicholas Turner (composer), Peter Muir (actor), Leon Marvell (producer), Denis Pernet (actor), Pablo Calero (actor), Leigh Gathercole (actor), Michelle Nisbet (actor),

Quella sporca storia nel west (1968)

Actors William Shakespeare (writer), Francesco Scardamaglia (writer), Tito Carpi (writer), Sergio Corbucci (writer), Enzo G. Castellari (writer), Bruno Corbucci (writer), Ugo Adinolfi (actor), John Bartha (actor), Ennio Girolami (actor), Gilbert Roland (actor), Claudio Trionfi (actor), Horst Frank (actor), Ugo Guerra (producer), Françoise Prévost (actress), Alessandro Alessandroni (composer),

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  Guild
  Earl Sweatshirt

  Said this a hit of liquid heroin
  Marilyn Manson channeling, panicking, spar with Anakin
  'Til one of us leave in an ambulance
  Blow the smoke of the spliff in your eyes
  You ain't gon' live till you die
  Intelligent bitch on my side
  She bitching, I'm spitting habitual lies
  I hit her up when my jet land
  Got a swisher tucked in my headband
  Front page news, I'm young Jesus
  Eating bagels with no cable on,
  Been fucking hoes since when Mase was on,
  I hope that Basedgod hears my prayers
  One day you're here, the next day you're gone
  So me and Earl smoking weed on Jay-Z's lawn
  Some dope rap on your ho ass, Tony Womack
  Don't hold back, or feed your girl Cognac,
  Meet a bitch, sleepin' with her, feverish, keep a chick,
  Met her off Twitter even Schindler keeps a list,
  Pittsburgh, broke down somewhere in a Fisker
  I could pull your bitch with a whisper and diss her,
  Dumbass ho
  She only dumb cause she love that though
  Somewhere getting high reading, Juxtapoz
  I hit her up, she come through and watch Adjustment Bureau
  Moms love me cause I'm so commercial
  I fuck 'em raw cause I know they fertile
  In Myrtle Beach with a purple fleece
  Hotel lobbies playing Fur Elise
  I'm Ron Burgundy mixed with Hercules
  Slap a bitch in the mouth if she curse at me
  I said Josh's beard is like Paul Revere
  When he walk in the room it's like God is here
  I'm at a prop shop in Montauk throwing tomahawks
  At civilians... I'm chillin'
  I'm on the monitor nigga
  She taking it like a champ
  And I'm proud of her nigga
  I'm on the couch where that loud is burning
  I'm shouting, "I don't fuck with you"
  Cause I don't, never love a ho
  But we could play doctor, ma
  Open wide for the thermometer
  Your cow girl's crotch riding
  With a clean, faded fro, lopsided
  Tell the label that I want a white driver
  And tell him give me space, I don't know that nigga
  Bold ass little fuckin' low class villain
  Whole van tinted, nope can't kill him
  It's the Trashwang nigga, that's what's up
  Half pint of hope in that plastic cup
  Real nigga from the start till the casket shut
  Present his own case as a basket one
  Present-day based nigga, smack the judge
  Riding with them same niggas ashin' blunts
  While that bass make his face like he mad or somethin'
  Slide in the safe, take the cash and run
  Know that if he fake I'm harrassin' him
  Took the big toe so they tagged the tongue
  Out here stuntin' like I'm supposed to, dog
  Blowing more smoke than a broke exhaust
  Pipe only spirit that I hold in the dark
  It's Wolf Gang bitch like you know these paws
  Living like it's '62
  Spit and grip my genitals
  My bitch to split the swisher
  My niggas split the residuals
  Aye, marijuana fields
  Pot growing, blaring Gil Scott
  Heron while we pill pop
  Errand run and kill cop
  Niggas know I feel not
  For 'em, stop bitching
  Stare and get that grill knocked
  Open
  Aye, marijuana fields
  Pot growing, blaring Gil Scott
  Heron while we pill pop
  Errand run and kill cop
  Niggas know I feel not
  For 'em, stop bitching
  Stare and get that grill knocked