Slade — OFF THE GRID REPLY

[Verse: Slade] Hold the motherfucking Slade train shit ILLBitch started on the same shit, having me fucking kill this shit You faggots knocked up the Devil's fucking you hard That's why you dyking mother pussies is scarred You smell like beginners, fuckers like this don't smell like they're winners Unleash these motherfuckers straight to your soul - Calloway rolls You're sent like a bitch on some train shit Moving fast nigga gain shit. Well, this old flow? That's the shit that got you raised in the streets That's my shit that got you made in the streets - Okay listen up fucking school-time, change Calloway to My way On some two time shit. Livin' in the suburbs get your dime dipped All alone in this war these fuckers catching my raw, the raw shit CLICK catching ILL fucking younger broads shit Like the nigga coughed it, you sucking Calloway's dick you mopped it Like you pussy nigga flopped it--Blood on the wall Nigga that's your name, ILL flow constipated like a blood clot shit up in this game Call the monsters. Pretend on tip Mellowhype imposters Perversive shit like these pussy doctors (Calloway: This nigga Slade) Replying fast I know. Off the show, Off the grid how the fuck would you know?! Either you got it or you never had it On a flow course change had it. Like (Calloway: This nigga Ill Static) I had it. Your rap in colours mine is monochromatic Flow unstoppable the choppers scream: "Nightmare Slayer Dream!" That's right bitch I slay your dream right I always had the dick to fuck your bitch right On every fucking great night. - Well I guess you just a killadyke Fucker I rip out your head when you pray to jesus "My nigga Slade" we reap this. R.I.P. for "Rest In Pieces" Lyrical done I tote this, whack flow I know faggots will promote this You know what? Fuck these niggas who claiming "the best" Calloway your flow needs training at the same Slade boss shit up in this game [Freestyle Verse: Slade] Illest nigga on my flow freestyle again 47 Goonz on my flow I'm tryna win These faggots get me so fast I'm 49 bars spitting till I pass. Passing out blast nigga Blast out the glass shooting like a bullet till it's warm till it's hot In your chest till it's pressed. These niggas get depressed And it's pressed upon your chest Rest In Peace to Killadyke my son fuckers is gone [Goblin Outro] Yeah y'all niggas I thought I told you man I told you. You still my sons you're "Nothing" I'm your father nigga