Fuckin BOSS.

Oh shit, Cardiff was BOETH (fuck the "p") squared, or some math-ed up shit. What a difference a year makes. That drunk ass paired down band of mine rule, you lot were awesome, and of COURSE I rule like Rick. Big up that Newport Squad, rah to the exam taking should be at home revising section, you wot didn't get Joe Mangle but got Cut, Dangerfield's crew, you wot kept bringing Jeres bottles of Magners, bi-coastal dudes, and blatantly all of you that did my backup raps (who needs a hypeman?), swore in unison, and shouted "fuck Pete Doherty", that was some serious shit.

I totally kept my hat on the whole time. You know why?

Hat Hair.

That's something my bald people's aint ever got to worry about. BOOM!

Swansea then, has to be 10 times bigger. To that effect, I shall be bringing a squad.

Tomorrow Enveh and Dego are back in the building. We are like them cave peoples bubba, we are making you fire. Rah, my boy Pixel just hopped up on MySpace, go say hi.

PS - This tune is amazing. Cam is DEAD.

PPS - I owe a bunch of you a bunch of emails, I'm a get on that on Sunday. PAX!