(15:04)

on a lit lyrical lip slip sipping up not Z slipping up tipping the scales to be ripping shit up stripping the shit I writ of you I have a mass of bullshit to spit from an informal pulpit an no congregation to spit it to or obligation to be splitting shit up with you what isnt you getting I'm not admitting myself if I ain't got no loops fitting to sell then my troops will leave all yall shit on the shelf on the dawn of hell I wouldn't hurt you even to save myself I'll let you shipwreck yourself your self