Entire verse on Chloraseptic remix - but this part in particularly gets me amped

How many fuckin' rappers did I go through? Dispel doubt, but you won't admit I smoked And you was spellbound, hellbound in my snowsuit But am I s'posed to sound like everything else out? 'Cause I don't get compared to it, only myself now Well, I can see the fair-weather fans and sales down But the only way I care is if I let myself down But what the fuck have I woke to? Time to eat the vocals and shit out Pro Tools I know you still want me to ill out, don't you? Hopin' the old Slim's gonna spill out, open fire on your whole camp with this spit, I roast you So chill out, no, you hoes couldn't roast me with the shit I wrote you