Slade - OFF THE GRID REPLY lyrics

[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