you gimmicky cynical heartless sociopaths are talkin the peupeupeupeupeupeu out of your arses; full of nothing; put your soul on the paper! oh you did? n it's eh, a big blank crator, yeah! you say you love hiphop, your killing it. your blind fans all eat cock, they're suckin dick. this music is ment to be owned by the poets and your nothing but a dank shite selfish prick and you know it. i'm taking it back, you are not the owner, you go to where you are from tapping out and bending over. look at yourself, take a minute, look at yourself; it wasn't you, but your weakness that filled up your shelf. your going with the common grain, it's all wrong, the general consensus is wearing you like a condom, the first little glimpse of resonance you get in your heart, where most people would take it in; appreciate the art; you shake, you think; 'i didn't think of that!!!' - then you swallow and regurgitate, bleuuhh, you fuckin sick little pricks you make me sadistic and twisted, images of cuttin your throats at gigs, and fuckin with yer burds tits, its sickness, a wouldn't have thought the whole scene could repulse me like this; but witness the fitness; am comin' like a wasp to sting all you sick kids.

you shameless dimwits are making me cringe, you got your thing going from an eccy and drink binge, and listening to the big boys of course, they know what course to take.
well, naw man, it's dead and fake x2

so every time i try something new, cause that's like well, whats artists are suppost to do; it gets pushed back, cause it's not on the level that your speaking on; because it's not flatcaps, bucky bottles and hitting bongs. the scottish scene is 10 years behind, you need to catch up man, get with the times, your clicks all far too old school; it's not the season. it's called fuckin 'old,' school for a fuckin reason. it's retarding the growth of your art and the communal bias is breaking apart the bridge we could build to cultural infinity, if that was too deep? keep your game and dingy me. so you need a clique to get where your going? are you too fucking weak just to stand on your own? if somethings broke then fix it, i'm gifted, listen to the messages of the frustrated misfit; your clicks a castle made of sand and i am the sea, you'll hear more of my kind eventually, but for now it's a fat fuck you from the drifter. if i want to be heard i got to break your filter.