nice swift verse JTS...
Originally Posted by J.T.S.
I repel ghosts while you get diagnosed as the intermediate host
Your wigs splitting while Iím spitting this 200th dart post
I suppose I better speak in infere codes for you to hear
Cos 5% of us canít convey this cipher to ya ear
Your lax tracks are devils flax, your act is apparently slack
You'll dred when i hit ya on the head with my micolden golden axe
I'm the witty Glasgow rapper slapping councillors off of committees
Twinning cities while humming pretty little hip hop ditties
Tell Louise to get the cream cheese, I know that bitch tease
She's Maltese, she squeezes me til I can hardly fuckin breathe
Conquering seas to appease these niggaz standing at ease
Hell youíre so demented you invented huntington's disease