[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 n***a 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 n***a coughed it, you sucking Calloway's dick you mopped it
Like you pussy n***a flopped it--Blood on the wall
N***a 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 n***a 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 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 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 n***a 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 n***as who claiming "the best"
Calloway your flow needs training at the same
Slade boss shit 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 faggots get me so fast
I'm 49 bars spitting till I pass. Passing out blast n***a
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***as get depressed
And it's pressed upon your chest
Rest In Peace to Killadyke my son fuckers 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