 Battle raps a game. It's an RPG and at the start-up screen don't forget that you are a PG Is it a tryout? It's hard to believe because he's rapping for the poor and the weak Putting his political thoughts on beat calling himself mcmortal technique What's good welcome back we are here up in Manny for the first part of the day We are here at Revival number seven in our new venue at venue. Please make some noise for us one time Watching the stream shouts to all the fans who bought the pay-per-view we'll get strange about number one of the day MC on my right hand side my man Pedro make some noise True kind of bliss and nor 420 on Instagram. That's it come On the left hand side you see him at Revival six along with another number of revivals make a bit of noise for Jay Dillon Pedro on the flip Jay didn't up first start the event of RobustD on that. Hey, I said I'm a Pedro fan So there's a compliments battle. I like the freestyle the nonsense the babble Pictures of weed made Pedro's file any strain in every style, but they hacked his phone put him on trial I guess they want to know about Pedro's files I said it's wild Because it's Pedro time mom's got a tattoo of the Pedro sign She gets drunk on the test of wine spliff to the sky. Let's get high That's Pedro style building them suits, but my back of weed is better when it's bigger than you and make your eyes water Shiva to five-minute drop quicker than Deliveroo Listen to me. I am the truth fire in the booth. I'm shy of the booth move the crowd They bounce like a trampoline. He smokes dank weed till he get the trampoline This man's been an underachiever because of the green. He's an under sativa I said we seen him freestyling when he's forced to because of incomplete rounds them horseshoes So true your life seems lost you should try God depressed with your mates as a suicide squad And sure was a True or was a fan no doubt. So when he profits in here better split and sneak out Because we've seen how he's been a staple of the scene and we know he's the king But he's been stationary since the whole punch thing staple station And the year's been dull now is fearful tearful the top tears fall and it's it's near impossible for me to lose a battle I'm sorry. I am immune. I'm anti-body I'm not taking the piss. You just lost to me. I put pee in a bag colostomy It's too far punches were nerdy delivery beat me You ain't got the verbal ability more militant than man them that serve in the military. Yo, yo, you got blood visibility Yo fucking everybody's a simile with double meanings every bird that you've been with has tumbled feelings Fucking beat him even when I've not written since a battle don't shave blood my stock risen more context than a noctis Yo, I get frostbitten hands when I'm writing bars my lyrics are colder than life Fucking if I saw him dying on the floor, but I'd psyched past This little brother thing. I can't believe that it's no butter Fucker and your mother looks like Peter Arsha. That's my boy I spit it heavy you spit it like you cycle past just to make my bike So far he has no game plan and I'm the punchline king. I'm the main man I said he's strange and weird you can tell this in school. He sniff glow and felt tips It fell sick from hella clips of porno and in cookie dough. You're a rookie, bro You clear the history, but not the cookies dough It scales a look of though. She's nearly gigantic if he's a chocolate bars. It's an aerodynamic Scared panic when he found the sex toys. It was upsetting the vibrator was left on the upsetting Where did you meet her girl with the Peter smike a haircut. She's a keeper I can't beat her. She's a lifesaver not a time-waster. She spit and move on. She's a wine taster She'll be at mine later on the wave and you should see her swim and I can't wait till you see her chin You should see her drink vodka cranberry ocean spray finger bang at the flap. Oh, she'll spray I know I know you say you're a bar head when you're gilding breath in bar head So you sit on your arm until your arm dead We don't need his palms red to know that his palms red I said mom jokes aren't dead mom jokes aren't dead. So she's bouncing on the rubber. She's a space hopper She'll be digging for the bone. She's a grave robber. She's a head specialist. That's a brain doctor Bigger and she blames whoppers He's been in Mani for days and he'll stay longer one pair of socks on the same boxers I'm a strange doctor and your girl's best mate. It's not a pearl necklace. It's a pearl neck brace He's got my palms red to see that my palms red when his girlfriend's called far-head and she's got a far head Jay didn't spits bars like this and he always acts like he's a right prick if you fuck with him Lord you'll get a fly kick shanking your collarbone with a ice pick. He's sniffed a knife took off his air max hoodie He watches Toy Story wishing he could bear back would he? He said that you swing blood I dare that pussy I triple dare him without a bit of caring. He's a bitch It's amazing how quick I scare him. He robbed them kicks. He nicked them off his fucking parents Yo, I do this shit without a bit of caring not a bit of caring when into preparation He needs to go and hand in his written resignation Man must have come from a distant a different destination fucking your mother get put up like a Christmas Decorator Hesitation went into this a finger your mother with the limpest wrist Man cast spray man sick man your gay fun new shit fun your wife nobody likes your mom's in the travel day Don't try out like you travel day You might catch a case when I slap your face and you're wrapping waste and I chuck a chaff grenade To get the cameras out when the camera's out. I'm blacking out spazzing out smack him like paki out pat him down You think a grass is a flower So you think that grass You're a grass so we don't really want to admit to it But when I think of your mother with a limpest wrist I get back to the sticky shit and I fuck him up Sticky in his little rips not too, but I'm picking up blues and your mother looks like Nicholas Cage. I'm done I said heads on the bread line without any goals. Yeah, he's a loafer. That's how he rolls Believe me when he doesn't have dough it makes a needy It's not easy to see where he's last been fed. He said the best thing since sliced bread was bread I Said heads never shut heads never shut. That's a fact. That's where to God, which is strange because a baby maybe he was On the stage for don't flop grime or D&B. He's got skills with the rhymes. Yeah, that we can see but he's known to rip shirts EMC so many we forget that EMC's But he's the DFG With an iron and a Jesus piece when you get sure he increases me Believe me, he's always been about that life. He never went anywhere without that knife. What about his wife? He must love her, but if she chipped he would cut her She cook her Sunday roast, but it won't stand a chance potato get mashed in the lamp shite He's a bad man. He's a rebel and he's fair or two. He was such a ghetto you it's mom fed him spaghetti hoops Yeah, Pedro's cool, but his hygiene is useless. He still doesn't use the electric toothbrush I said he's cool, but the allergies the phobias. It's quite true. He might have diabetes just because he's a type to you I said I sneak in your house take your cousin's iPad knock your uncle out and make your anti-climax Yo, I'm the king of his mom jokes shit. He's so poor we can't even he's buying an unknown drink Talking up, but these are the shit bars that makes Pedro awesome cuz But you say you're falling off and you were never on top. So you're surely fuck. Yo, I Grind your daughter dust your whore is fucked your mother is a unlawful slug Fucking run up into that horny sluts pub, and then I fucking the borer up cuz Yo, I have poor shanks in one hand and two straps in the other He gives his dad and two packages mother For sorry about my last round that second round ending, but blood he's only got 11 pound pending That's the only bit of money that he'll ever get you can't I do freehand if it's a sketch She was on death penalty, and then she said she had sex with a fucking red therapy I'm just trying to moaty, but you can't try and insult me. You're not even kind of hungry I'm fucking starving putting free stone lately. Yo, you were a pedo, baby, bro ladies Like he said in the first round, I never rated you anyway, so get in the fucking birdhouse See these I'll enjoy this myself so Pedro big up your mother run a marathon you want to marry the done yo Have you got a son? Have you got a mom? Well, have you got a brother? He's a lovely mother See I'm trying to catch him out, but I'm back onto that packy. I'll scheme so I have to change it round I'll be blazing brown at your neighbor's house Paper rocks he's facing side yo guy to sent to his boys to get raped inside Yes, the pen you get raped inside your mother has got your fucking baby's eyes Eyes of a navel ship nasal ship or something Lacks that anal quick. She's fixated with taking fixes and breaking twix's Yo, yo, she has beige color lipstick Taken this sick dick neighbor is slick Rick Proof that he could murder and beat me, but he got put into the ground because you deserved that easy That was a bit way Let me get my breath back take ten steps back. Yeah, more poison this than a red back. You fucking get left in the trap Yo, come on you go to prime up when it's slightly dark and a great white shark inside the park. Let's go