[Verse 1]

You ain't been so appalled since I proposed to the city
You ain't been a murderer n***a now I'm jumping the city
You ain't part of this game
You ain't part of this game I made
You ain't part of this game I made. Elaborate my grade
I'm the Slade
The god changing the weathers
You don't just ruffle my feathers
Too many errors old rappers might forget us
Why?
Higher than whoever tryna die
Chopped heads point 'em to the sky
N***a to the 3rd eye
As long as I'm insane made sure to kill the game
Hear Them Talk disrespected n***a Payne
I took away your "first chain" this my game
I am the cloud that made the rain
Got an innocent mask to maintain

[Chorus]

Tell these haters how it's like up in hell man
Well my n***as hate me dawg I can tell man
I'm appalled, no really I'm appalled
[Goblin:] "BOW TO ME SHAKEN WITH SHOCK. ARE YOU WATCHING?"
Fvck your vision
King is talking you listen
Fvck these n***as thinking rap is a game
Back in the game. Back in the dirt
When you n***as knew you gon' hurt
Rap is dead now I'm digging the dirt
So Appalled
[Verse 2]

I was dead according to Static
The whole beef I had it
Wearing the mask of Slade, your rap is delayed
Reign king in my dreams. I was part of your dreams
Aces on top of the cards, you cuttin' bars and seeing stars
That have my face on it
You pray to me but you can't even put your grace on it
The flow is tearin' up my face
You can see Satan leaking out the case that I locked him in. Count to ten - He's begging me to
[Goblin:] "LET ME OUT!! IF YOU LET ME OUT GUARANTEE THAT STATIC WILL BE OUT OF THIS GAME, OUT OF THE RAIN"
Yeah I'm staring at him laughing at his pain
[Goblin:] "PLEASE MOTHERFVCKING LET ME OUT SLADE"
Made the devil say my name

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]

I'm living better now
When everybody raps to beef me
You can call me Slade the trend-setter now
Announcing my return I'm here to make these n***as burn
You gotta earn your place. In this lyrical race
You taste the victory
Cash is nothin' but a bxtch to me
Your flow is for free
Keep your friends here enemies close to the grave
Making sure that their name is engraved
Let 'em know about the narrowest shave
When I'm done we can pop guns and run
Nothing to me son
Nothing for free son
Bleed blood is red, the world will cry when the Slade is dead
I blasted with dissin'..
Black Goat chickens
Spit from the grave but I got the beef in the kitchen
I swear to god my flow dying at home
If you think I be dying alone then you wrong
N***a get your pieces up
It's an all out war against these motherfvcking rappers
All you fvcking trappers
You stepping with god
Personality ain't no fvcking façade
Rehearse like Static saying "Slade Is Dead" in reverse
You say it you gon' start a new curse
Prepare your hearse n***a