OFF THE GRID REPLY lyrics

[Verse: Slade]
Hold the motherf*cking Slade train sh*t
ILLb*tch started on the same sh*t, having me f*cking kill this sh*t
You faggots knocked up the Devil's f*cking you hard
That's why you dyking mother pussies is scarred
You smell like beginners, f*ckers like this don't smell like they're winners
Unleash these motherf*ckers straight to your soul - Calloway rolls
You're sent like a b*tch on some train sh*t
Moving fast n*gga gain sh*t. Well, this old flow?
That's the sh*t that got you raised in the streets
That's my sh*t that got you made in the streets -
Okay listen up f*cking school-time, change Calloway to My way
On some two time sh*t. Livin' in the suburbs get your dime dipped
All alone in this war these f*ckers catching my raw, the raw sh*t
CLICK catching ILL f*cking younger broads sh*t
Like the n*gga coughed it, you sucking Calloway's di*k you mopped it
Like you pus*y n*gga flopped it--Blood on the wall
n*gga that's your name, ILL flow constipated like a blood clot sh*t up in this game
Call the monsters. Pretend on tip Mellowhype imposters
Perversive sh*t like these pus*y doctors
(Calloway: This n*gga Slade)
Replying fast I know. Off the show, Off the grid how the f*ck would you know?!
Either you got it or you never had it
On a flow course change had it. Like
(Calloway: This n*gga Ill Static)
I had it. Your rap in colours mine is monochromatic
Flow unstoppable the choppers scream: "Nightmare Slayer Dream!"
That's right b*tch I slay your dream right
I always had the di*k to f*ck your b*tch right
On every f*cking great night. - Well I guess you just a killadyke
f*cker I rip out your head when you pray to jesus
"My n*gga 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? f*ck these n*ggas who claiming "the best"
Calloway your flow needs training at the same
Slade boss sh*t up in this game
[Freestyle Verse: Slade]
Illest n*gga 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 n*gga
Blast out the glass shooting like a bullet till it's warm till it's hot
In your chest till it's pressed. These n*ggas get depressed
And it's pressed upon your chest
Rest In Peace to Killadyke my son f*ckers is gone

[Goblin Outro]
Yeah y'all n*ggas I thought I told you man
I told you. You still my sons you're "Nothing"
I'm your father n*gga