You are pretty good and making up rhyming phrases on the spot. You beat a couple trash cans for the beat and make up crazy flowing stories. This has great promise. But sadly a car lord of crazed Human Onlyists cruise by the neighborhood spraying a chemical weapon. You catch a lung full and vomit blood. Your vocals cords are shredded! You may be able to rap again in a year or so. Right you in cannot talk at all.