Illiterate!

When you come to the line, you deal it straiqht-
To most cats, poetry is to them like a lake-
See it fake is how you want it?!
I'll brinq it to ya sleep, deep haunted!
Sleep on it! Niqqa peep onix, no mattress for sleep walkin!
Keep walkin, til ya feet sore bleed pumpin!
Keep thumpin, skeet if you see somethin!
Death comes in a bleek nothin!
You need to slow ya speed, you speed bumpin-
Speak somethin, deceit, decease comin!
Decrease somethin, from ya speak ya leak comin!
Illiterate my words, they cometh thiqker-
They could be so much more they could be siqker-