Ok…Ok…
Yo Dyslexia you think you’re rhymes are phat and complexia
Only problem is you g-momma spit that shit back last century
When I’m done wit’chu the voters better have dyslexia
Cuz its clear that my shit is what they want to read
They ain’t no way in fuck you is gunna succeed
If the pigs c how shitty you rhymes r you’d be in the penitentiary
Nah, your pretty boy ass ain’t done no shit in his life
Damn dyslexia, you ain’t even fucked your own wife
If you were smart you’d get some tips from the pros
Mess wit me you get fucked up, that’s the way it goes
In this fucked up world there ain’t no tyme for foos
Even if you shot your fucking face off you won’t make the news