You may not know me they call me the King Walrus
Got more fame then Billy Ray Cyrus
But don't you be thinkin this song is about me
I'm gonna rap about my good friend G

His name is G Slade and he's got it made
Rappin against him is like going to a gun fight
With a blade, Yet if G had the blade you'd be flayed
once you're flayed, you've been slayed, oh shit son
looks like you should have obeyed

You can hear his words
but can you hear his sounds
G Slade's the shit
All around, underground, lost and found
Yea G's the shit.

You can hear his words
but can you hear his sounds
G Slade's the shit
All around, underground, lost and found
Yea G's the shit.

Yeah G Slade make anyone sound good
He's got a V8 underneath his hood
His mouth is a motor
And his flow is good

Don't fuck with him or he'll fuck with you
And Bobby and Billy and your Aunt Sue
He is one badass motherfucker, rhymes are stuck
In your head, one wrong move and your music is dead

You can hear his words
but can you hear his sounds
G Slade's the shit
All around, underground, lost and found
Yea G's the shit.

So this is an ode from the humble abode of the Walrus King, rappin everything like it's motherfucking Christmas, and don't let it ever be said that Negasi can't rap, cause it's a trap, but no one does it like the G of Slades, the King of Spades, he's got it made, gettin laid, gettin paid...yeaaah that's G Slade.

You can hear his words
but can you hear his sounds
G Slade's the shit
All around, underground, lost and found
Yea G's the shit.

You can hear his words
but can you hear his sounds
G Slade's the shit
All around, underground, lost and found
Yea G's the shit.

yeah when you talkin about G....
It's a royal flush.