 up and run, because I get hardcore in the ring, like ladders and thumbtacks, my punches will beat a man to death, like what Chris did to Bugs Dad, your fists love taps, if we box one round I'd have the dude on the shelf, when I hit him with the right left, right left, one, two, one, two, like one thousand two hundred and twelve. Talk about your Brock Hop nose, because I'm better placed to observe, it reminds me of that set piece against Greece, you know the one Beckham placed with a swerve I'm not gonna lie, that shit has got the most bended shape on the earth, it looks like it was Sammy's twins with your top lip and they got separated in the bottom. Did you spike me? Look, if you wanted me to get off my face you should have just asked me casual, I don't need drugs to make me do the robot like I'm part mechanical. Just get me sugar in me and my dancing's magical, I'm a piñata, that's a party animal. You talk about slanging at yay and clapping at kay, but your bars don't even make sense when you talk about the Matthew spray, which means you're like Kenny from South Park, because more time when you're back and on stage, you're talking hood, but no one even fucking understands what you say. So when E4 raps, he is trash, he just changes the word to fit with the scheme he has. What a genius. You know everything he's gonna say, he's gonna use my disadvantages for disadvantages, say shit that isn't accurate. Every single fan of his will giggle, clap with him, it's embarrassing, his gimmick acts on stick to rap. Go tip the top with him, Ricky Cotton V, Mickey Flanagan and then out. And then out of the dick, they'll have it, I don't know, being in the business management, with an added twist, and his prison slapping women, ashen sniff, same old shit, he angle in a different bow, it's getting wrapped up, it's just makes me wanna put an eagle in his mouth, like he kissed a badge and it's crystal policies. It was winter in Australia, so I started packing some sweaters, a coat made out of Italian leather, and an umbrella to make sure I wasn't caught out by the lack of good weather. Then I remembered, I'm from fucking England. Turns out I'm not the most practical dresser, I've been sweatin' like Roll Paris standard together with an under 13 year old family member. I'm sweatin' like Steve Oh and in a deep water animal centre. The battle done D. It is. The battle done D, a man who makes Iggy Azalea look like a national treasure. I'm about to see him collapse in the centre, I'll be like watching Michael J. Fox practising Jenga. But to be honest mate, Speedy Gonzales should have been your proper name because you're animated, Mexican and your career progressions been underlay, so stop it mate. You're right. You're getting mad with him. I'm not one of them swank. See when he first got hit with that bang I thought, oh shit hit the fan. But how the fan just hit you and oh shit. There's something he won't want me cryin' out and it's not something he's going to take lying down. You are up once, sorry sorry. Quiet down. Hello? Mum, yeah. It's not really the best time to be calling okay? It's currently getting a little bit awkward on stage. No no no, I did already say I can't make an empty dinner, I'm performing today. Raptor. Raptor. The ones you said you'd rather miss. Mancunian. They're not the one that battled Charlie Clips, I know we're getting clipped, right okay. Remember when we watched the title match, you're half of it. Raptor is the one whose parts we skipped. We don't think I don't know some shifty kids who love you. Clap quick for 50 quid translation. You can get shot on the cheek like an indie flick. My punch is it addin' it. My punch is it addin' it. Ninja's fist, leave him on the injured list. All my lines fire posse. Like a ginger minge. I've been called since birth like an Inuit. It's dangerous. So watch your mouth. And don't start throwing some names in it. And don't think I want to punch you and go on some crazy shit. If you take it too far, and I've told you to save your lip. You'll see a couple swinging like an open relationship. Some man-a-like. Pedro made it. Metro page six. You're on the stove, but you're turning in the dope. You got a burner in the holster and a burner for a phone. Of course, I take the piss out of you working with the chrome. I mean, you walked right into that one. Like your furniture at home. We hang out a bit. But if you think we're mates, you got me labeled wrong. I only drive you round so I can park in the disabled spot. Let me put a disabled spot. It's making me sad. I want to cry. It's the only reason I'm hanging with Brad is because he drives.