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slade - 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 k!ll this sh-t
you f-ggots knocked up the devil’s f-cking you hard
that’s why you dyking mother p-ssies 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
cl!ck catching ill f-cking younger broads sh-t
like the n-gga coughed it, you sucking calloway’s d-ck you mopped it
like you p-ssy 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 p-ssy 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 d-ck to f-ck your b-tch right
on every f-cking great night. – well i guess you just a k!lladyk-
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 f-ggots 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 f-ggots get me so fast
i’m 49 bars spitting till i p-ss. p-ssing out blast n-gga
blast out the gl-ss 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 k!lladyk- 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

- slade lyrics

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