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