 Yo what's going on don't flop all fucking day we are back here in the wardrobe we're in Leeds again You know the fucking score is don't flop always this is gonna be another crazy main event yet again in Leeds Please make some noise one time Shouts to all the fans coming out on a Sunday man, it's always a hard day on a Sunday On a Saturday everyone's laughing at me as hell on a Sunday Everyone's basically dead, me included, it's all up there Alright, shouts to these who've stepped in for this main event I didn't know if we'd ever redo this battle They had a classic T on 2 about a year and a half ago Decided to step back in on some one-on-one shit for the fans on this Sunday afternoon Alright, make sure you log on don't flop.com to give your opinions This is probably more obviously and go on view point as well as view point Sorry Facebook slash view point DF drop your opinion on the battle. Alright, cool MC on my right hand side if you haven't seen the peace soldier battle from the 6BW event I don't know where the hell you've been hiding. Make sure you watch it Please make it feel well-competrized And on the left hand side same thing man It's third round or second round against Harry Baker whichever one it is Tour the fucking roof off from Liverpool make some noise for O'Shea Yeah, this is a three-round non-just class Make sure you tweet as they've been doing all that good shit O'Shea won the flip and he chose to go first round as well, number one on O'Shea Listen Pedsal, listen lad, I smash it with the randomness, fuck you and fuck unanimous Three into the fourth, no stupid day it is me up at your door Trying to raise some money for a sponsored walk He said he'd give me a five, I said no I want some more He held me and said I've got it for you The rematchin' after I said Whoa, Lego, no way He said no, Pedro, I said Okay This is the biggest solo battle you're ever gonna have So note that you're feeling it But the way you're acting online we call you MC Heskey Because you're making a meal of it He is funny, but he is shit This fuckin' Londoner being in the same square for years He ain't bein' real with it Dad, you're free to sick, but he's a prick for ever beatin' regardless Cos he is what's had with Pedro Brownfloss, regular fuckin' speedy Gonzales I'll do the running up in your mum's house And go in a bed, you rap pretty fast or something That's so fuckin' slow in the head Speaking of slow in the head, Rowan Is you smokin' blood Is you dokin' bro Peace on you faces, Pedro Man, that's the slow Pedro's face down Let's be peace on you There he is You two might have be finger-blastin' my remote Every time one of you two finished Cos Pedro said six hundred words in sixty seconds You said seven in two minutes But guess what, Pedro So did I, you little overhyped Dolomites I'm like the fuckin' tan, Lisa the trans Now that's all the fuck you say, man You know I'm nice My style is pristine for sure When I shit a stink of pristine Dior I'll get up in your mother's mother fuckin' diaphragm So many hoes on my dick I'm like a perverted fuckin' fireman I'm like a perverted fuckin' fireman I'll jack your shit like I am Iron Man I'll drop all your shit and make you order me The fuckin' fireman Listen, I'll take everything from the sink To the frying pan That's gonna go so damn ham You would think I was a giant ham Yeah, yeah, it's all straight Dior day Punts like always Receiving foreplay at my restraining or the court case Every time I see Pedro He's either shottin' or on that MDMA Two, fuckin' every fuckin' villain in the room Pure evidence he's gay Like, you freestyle and say Brovolo You're like a more feminine D-thing So if you think Pedro's gonna beat me How? Cause I hope she ain't got the bars by the crack Go wow If you like bars, you're gonna like me now Cause when I punch my like pal He'll be like Well I'm sayin' you're like Fabian Barton Eyes of a Chinese man You should make less first take eight steps Cause I kill off your kids like safe sex does You've got rental trauma From fingering your ass with a pencil sharpener I put the war like an electric charger See me lickin' shots like you went to Gaza Your bars are as real as a red banana Anyway, look Shae, you need a soulmate He goes on Skype and speaks to KoJ I sleep in the footway I sleep with Rose Punched at the chess believer O-shape You bun weed to Coldplay And you cry to Brian Adams It's love and a rhyming challenge I'm sticking some mixed McCall Pilkins Stay with my brass instrument You're firein' blacks like you are impotent I'll be killin' hostages like that France incident It's mum joke time Your mum's got a tattoo of the Ombro sign In the men's toilet sniffing jumbos And she won both times Your name up in prison is Big Ok Call it like Triple H Pennsylvania In Pennsylvania You probably fly there from West Australia But I so hot they could melt a glacier You go missing like planes from West Malaysia You'd be online stayin' at Genitalia You told Harry Baker that you suck his dad's dick You probably think that rugged man's fit You said when you were 19 you were fuckin' fat chicks Well I bet when you were 18 you were suckin' man's kicks When I've been a fuckin' he's sayin' He's by the pure weak He's talkin' about an Ombro You're sponsored by the cock sport Please stop I mean these are fuckin' your next place Like each drop The problem with you is that You're quite funny but that You talk so relevant You make less sense to poor Americans That You can't fuck with those shit I'm a tour of the force You ran like you're tryin' to sell to the highest bidder In storage wars Wars with orcs You ran on tour of both the force In the same sentence That if you turn the love song in Because stab of the fuck up Say breadwin' That Vax a bar For fiesta Vax a car Fuckin' son Vax a star Big Vax Slag Vax a man Vax a cat Up my sleeve for no reason And guess what? I don't need him And Adam Deacon films on repeat It's a Sunday night And you're gonna watch another hood And we'll have six sands this week But forget all that bullshit I'll tell you what I find a bit insane I sport everything Tony sports spades Brucie sports is nothing but fun You sport Philly Swain You love Philly Swain You love him so much It could be if he's scolded You'd be liking his Instagram pictures Before they'd even be uploadin' I find us Philly Swain basketball Pedro can quote me every single line Pedro's donating Philly Swain his kidney And Philly Swain's kidney is fire And If you wanna have your league You should have stayed in line But I admit that Pedro McSense videos One of my favourite fans That I'll pull up in your clique And smash your team You're the small white prick And you like big black guys You are Kverlachie's dream Kverlachie's dream Kverlachie's dream Fuck this upside Fuck Pedro Fuck your fucking grilling Kverlachie's dream But as far as punches go lad I'm giving the mouse You'll get hit in the mouth Philly Swain is the password to your Twitter account I've seen that documentary with Philly Swain The shot Popped in the fire Shot on the blind You testified it was I What? Awful You're not as embossed up You're not as embossed up And you smashed it She's a fool She was around and you come like Where's the fucking tool? The gun Listen I got chicks buying me G-star raw I'll drag man out of the jeep car door Man I'll get ripped in the sweet glass door Leave my leg in on the Green Park floor It's a bit of punch landing Three bars more Why does man act like a retard for It's what you get stripped like tree bark for Sucks so much dick that his knees are sore I make your sister back it for your winter jacket My hat and she thinks it's magic I carjack your mum while she sits in traffic And I won't let her go till she sniffs a packet Yeah true shit You beat the Deebo when you're out on the roadside You get rolled in the road to get a pound to the boatside You get marked by the bar from 2009 Holding a blow to your mouth with a gold pipe I found an assault knife Do you know what fuck all this shit Your mum is a pumbar glass If he found out he was on a downer Flossy powder And tonight I'm gonna come on her blouse up Right Something else Your mother smells Yes but at least she was linking double l Alright Fuck it then Fuck it then You be fucking man You be loving them What you gonna say when a bun attends in your mother's wrench on You won't say nothing Get your gay cubs and add a play cousin And he ain't even blazing a blunt in here But you can't even say nothing Yo When I've got nothing to say You'll be running away I'll be bunnin' a J Up a cut of your bait When a stung grenade A punch is facing Your mum's amazing Just get them drugs together Fuck this battle off Come to the pub together You'll get hit in the booze with an umbrella Drunk a stellar Yo Your mum Has got a sore thumb Your mum will get draw done Yo Listen Your mum looks like Marv once You get shot with a dart gun Fucking R1 In the old school football game You can be a foot tool mate And you still get his face stamped With my foot tool blades Roller blades You can roll home to me You can even Big up Rowan's faith But he don't like you Yo You smoke white too And yo Yeah He don't like you either Everyone Everyone Sending myself a letter I get it there Beating my face I'm never scared This bread is there You need to get a bed Anyway listen now Yo You're smashed out of your head Eat is very fucked You need to get your belly tucked I bet you tell his shop You need to belly flop And tell him what Tell him that's done Done Done Done Listen Talking about my beard I swear G Better hear the beat I said dad And he's getting bodied But more people are like Watch our bottles So they'll probably think that He's copied Yo Say I'll beat you in two ways No one knows who the fuck you are And bet legs is new beard Listen No friends Listen If I battle with Harry Baker I said I'd suck his granddad's dick Like I wrote that I read that You might know that I kept that I actually thought I'm a fucking genius Like in a headset In his battle with me He found a raw cabbage With coarse radish His pedo He never wrote that He never read that I guarantee now You don't even have a fucking clue That you said that You're the car crashing with MC Like type of man get Jabbed in the gut At the back of the bus Oh shit Boneheads are strangle man up Like jabbed in the gut Like You probably chat to your mum Like we're in the back of the drugs You do rapping so much Like you start to speak on beats Like I'll view with your whole body Like you beat them in concrete I will run up in your house On beat And jack all your mate You'll find out It was me like eight weeks later Shit he'd be like Broadchurch That'll nobody watch Broadchurch Fuck it As far as I ask you guys know Like it's the waste you ever had that I've given him Like fuck you and my other soul So I should be trapped in your living room You'll be fucking me in And all sorts of voices He's got the highest score ever On pointless Yeah Yeah Man you've got two pet dogs One called Philly and one called Swain You've got a pet frog and a hedgehog And they're both called exactly They're like tough guy tough They'll get you shanked up like I'll drive you a mad round town On the fucking bang bus Hey She got any jewels with that bad look I'll have the cling into the ring Like fucking hang tough Yeah Gladiator bars Guess what rhymes with gladiator bars Fuck honey bakers man Listen pet dog The bottom line is Stop spitting him like him man I didn't like this I didn't Listen You've got strange habits I take acid and Make classics Fuck you all I've had a stick me digging Make classic Yeah Fuck you pet dog You're like a felon I swear I hate you If it wasn't so gay I'd breathe death You're more than a sloth I hit one up a cut inside Five, six, seven, today Eight When he's around someone's daughter's getting raped Why? Yo You need a battery pack You're a fucking fat as can be I'll batter your knees I'm like Harry Houdini When he's vanishing Magically vanished off the streets Or something like that You'll be running white fat Yo You can't even spit something like that You're nothing like that Oh cut his white back And I'm cutting with white fat You better cut back Or cut crap You must attack Yo Cut back in a Mustang You get your moustache Yo You're like moustache Yo You can't do that Boom back Who's that? Who's that? Oh yeah I've got a new map on Call of Duty Yo You're a fruity brother Yo You're like Frutella Who's this brother I'm a fucking new sweater You're like You lose brother You've got a fucking black v-neck You're a crack reject Yo You can slap to death You're her math or diet With a massive neck I stab your wife She'll get shacked to death But no reason Snow season in the Caribbean Like I said to peace soldier I'm a cold demon Controlling everything I own a wedding ring For my future wife I bruise your wife Yo Oh yo That's black I would never go Yo Listen For my future wife You'll lose your life You'll lose your limbs Removing rings I pretend that I've come to remove the bins The skies are the bin Yo The skies are the bin Mac knife and the chip pad Mind of a chimpan Knife in his rib fat Head of a pig fat Still got it Yo Look at your hand Your ring is still on it Ain't on your finger Your mum's a singer Your dad He wished that he wasn't ginger But he was Your mum She's boning blunts And my mum's yard They're quite cool The ice cream Yeah I'm a good man You're a good man I like you fam We should burn a zoo after this We will We will We will Like do you know what Real rap I don't even want to beat you Because I don't want to make you feel Fat Listen He had three pints in one hand Earlier And they were all his And you need to forfeit You've got a big forehead Then you've got four lips Yo When you spit Yeah Wow fam You go to Poundland Which is from Tesco's So you save and shop You begin to pound Save the shops Because you think you can save a lot Yo You can't even make a lot Get the pound Spin it Make it drop What are you going to say When a blaze will rock I come to your neighbours block And I'm raided I slit your wife's guts You get kidnapped inside A pikey truck A pikey van Chinese man What did you say You fucking Irish ham or satin I find you an inside Of my yard Yo he bought He bought this shit From Primark He'd be under the water Like a lifeguard I'd be there with my knife sharp Right I'm going to spit one more bar Yo I go door by door Floor in marges Alright As I have ever fucking seen There from 1988 Your wifey's face Is grazed I am sorry Flussie I love you Fuck you I really hate you Suck your mother I'm done I was sweet with me earlier I proved that I'm dirtier Your mother Looks like fucking she grew up in With girls you know Yo alright alright alright We'll cut it off Shut up you son of a He tried to neem me I don't like this weak geek And I stab him in the face For 93 pence These are death sentences That's your chosen fate The capital Your punishment's capital Runnically written in lower case For little youth