No rhymes

More likely you won't have rhymes I'm sitting next to folks that have no minds Your probably one of them I'm full of stem You gotta run bro your late for work I was laughing cause you ran like a jerk No offense But you don't have defence Defenceless little thing Now who do you think is the king ya ya Gotta go and win Cause you'll witness the sin For the last time bro do you have a life Your a psychopath who has a knife Must be new york now But you don't know how Car crash You belong in trash You look like a disgrace on you freakin' face Your sad that your mama is gone She is probably texting on her phone ya'll thinking I'm bad But your not glad Oh no a lil' piggy wanna threaten me No wonder you can't be free Your choking on three You gotta a disease from a flea Bye I guess your careless