it appears you are illiterate so ill try to spit simple
im like a bull when i hit the mic waitin for someone to scream "pull!"
my rhymes are unstable like a roller coaster
i like my bred burnt time to plug in a toaster
these flows are more frequent than a radio
waves sent through your brain filled with gasses and propain
thoughts derranged fill this head up worse than glocks aimed
with intent to kill and vicious plans to spill blood all over the ceil-
ing .. ding ding! whats that i hear? Its not a gun?
Oh shit! the "Breds done!"