If you thought that a cocktail of smut, macho boasting and words that only half rhyme was gangsta rap’s unique gift to the world, think again.
Robert Burns was at it 200 years ago, according to the Times.
With titles such as Nine Inch Will Please a Lady, A Good Mowe and The Fornicator, Burns kept the songs in a locked drawer, only occasionally lending them to his friends or reading them at the Crochallan Fencibles, a rowdy Edinburgh drinking club.
Burns himself described the songs as “not for maids, ministers or striplings”.
