 Now I'm not racist, but your type of people smell it in chaladas and pasts. Don't get me wrong, I've walked past her before and he's smart like an onion bodge. What's going on, what's going on YouTube? Don't flop all fucking there, you know the score. This is the first ever Don't Flop USA event, a lander in a fucking building. Make some noise! USA hashtag, the FAFD, you know the score. Hit me on Twitter, at Twitter, at Don't Flop, facebook.com, slash Don't Flop. You know the links, alright. We're getting to the penultimate battle of the day, this is a one round battle. It was very, very last minute, big up both the MCs for taking it. Alright, MC on my right-hand side, former president of GT Atlanta and now running this division with me. Make some fucking noise for Sid Vicious, let's go! Don't Flop debut for Sid, and on the left-hand side as well, another Don't Flop debut from the ATL. Make some fucking noise for Sid, boy! Alright, Sid won the flip, penultimate match of the day, it's on Sid. Young niggas ready? Yeah! So I read a Top 10 Battle Rats list the other day, and my name was nowhere ready. Big Sean voice, whoa there nigga, cause we about to go there nigga, like I was trying bruh. Like maybe I'm just wack as a bitch, yeah I'm lying bruh, four quarters and nobody scored. You getting tied up, headshot, nine busts, hit em in his line up, big fan of the Falcons, but the nigga won't rise up. Y'all motherfuckers, book clean paper. You bookside, that's your disrespect, boy. Flip, I catch you, phone bill ain't paid, I disconnect you. How you doubt sire? Like you don't know nothing about sire. I send a nigga to meet Robin Williams if he doubt five. Nigga Gucci, and I don't even need a flock of niggas, watch how you talk. Cause I don't move like a lot of niggas. I smack you so hard my hand will start hurting like a cotton picker. I'm strapped with two guns on me and my hand cock. Fitting machine, give em 50 and let the can drop. Look like a ham hop, let's you wrestle with the cans. This stone cold and can shed rock. I mean best like, I'm the best, best at it. Best rapper, lead clapper, head gone, chest fractured, and knocked the rest of the shit out of his body. I ex-lax him, the best. Fuck it, I should stop rapping, but it will not happen. I'm on clips, pop magnums, get shot in the chest, and come across face to chicken wing Bob Backlin, bruh. This ain't fair cuss. They say you buy as big as a bear, bruh. I'm about as small as a bear cuss. When I wrap these two arms around you, a bear hog, I swear. The shit that I'm on, a rare drug that shop will put your dog in the air like Air Bud. Four gun bars. Sid Vicious, verse the best nigga that rap that don't get mentioned. I'm strapped with two Kim Park and some big bitches. Every verse, I'll leave earth but touch base like Ken Griffin headshot. Bullets running through the hall like Walter Payton in 10 Emmits. 10 Smithins, AR-15, I don't play fight now. Quarter three, 57, and he's shitting on stage, nigga. Daylight stab. I'm the best, nigga. I've been that since a long time ago. Bars to livery, rhyme flow, rhyme flow. Rondo traded, I close my eyes and let the nine go with crazy aim. I keep brushing his head like Chicago. One round battle, nigga, you getting nine. New jigger shot, kicking like Solange knows. Machete swing, I carve out your calf. Red, give me that M16, I borrow and blast. Gocco sent me to hell for fucking up Carlton's dad. But you look like Uncle Phil. Uncle Phil, I get rid of him. Shotgun take his heart like he lost. I'm Vivian, I'm serious. I'm not Phil, Jazz, Carlton. When I'm catching a homie, I'm Jeffrey. Carry the tray and clean up after the body. Niggas called me to replace adi boom and clean paper as a replacement. When all these bars that I spit, all these days spit, all the motherfuckers I killed. Stuff in that grave ditch and you niggas still mad at me. Like we was fucking the same bitch. I'm in my feelings now. But I can still share these bars with you. Barrel to your back bar, so I can still go heart to heart with you. This A.R. nigga car flipper and rat. All you niggas in a sheet, that's a bar mitzvah. Don't try to eat your buddy, this wife from bussing. I put him in a church on a Saturday. That's the Bible study, son. Best. Give me something. I say, yo. Niggas, you complaining about us booking QP first? He's mad homo. We booked him because he gets more views than you when he knows shows. One round eulogy, nigga. I put his life to rest. Game of thrones, season finale. Y'all watching Cider's death, I put you and John John on. Where was my respect? So every time y'all painful about him, you should write a check if I'm correct. I made these niggas famous, y'all. Now he drives an amazing car. You should thank me, dawgs. Bitch nigga, I came to brawl. Thank you hard. I swing it all like math, get his face a scar. But 50, my blade is long, it's razor sharp. I lick a barrel on his neck like a Saint Bernard. This rhyme is my declaration of greatness. Whether my statements are debated or celebrated. I'm the combination of Ronald Reagan and Carl Sagan. They'll never find his teeth's body when I jambonate them. I can't, I'm gonna be honest. I came to rhyme. And everything gage aside, it's hard to say my lines as I gaze inside those butternut. How do you hate me? Gazing, guys. If I'm in heaven, just say I died. This nigga would, but he's... Nigga my pens, body niggas like a voodoo priest. Poetic justice. I'll catch a girl and you in the streets. Shoot his whip like Q-tip in that movie scene. Roll up and blow your brains on them juju bees. Yo, I met your crib just to give you a box. I'm like the cable man. Up in your garage with them tools. No angry fan. Leave his bank a man. How far is my nigga? Fuck a personal. Masked gloves and a blade. It's about to get surgical. You better tell Lutz Breaks. Harlem Hospital keepin' beds out. But Grady don't even have a nurse for you. I got some words for you. This nigga said, this nigga said, yo, it's like something's wrong with the Tylenol. Everybody's gettin' peeled back. I believe you actually said that and you still rap. I just said something like, the fiends come to me from them scripts. Like what them pills at? The fans want a CV. Yes, I'm gonna refill that. If I don't get battle in a year, I'm letting steel clap. So tell the source, I got a big cake and an ill man. Real rap. If I say it a minute, he can't take the heat. Shit, y'all can tell I stay in the kitchen. I see a couple of my goons just to pay. I said I see a couple of my goons just to pay him a visit. All black and messed up like Arabian women. Avalon prisoners are raised for efficient graduation and finished and he ain't even paying us to wish it. They've been like you stay in them prisons when you lack the frame and condition to face a conviction. You're a disgrace to the niggas that remain in the system and had to put their faith in religion to take their position. Awesome drama. Shark's piranhas, hawks and llamas. See them in my foresight like Nostradamus, like it's foster father. Yo, if he spoke like he ride, he'll get a cycle of rounds like DMX and then I'll recycle them rounds like T-Rex. Self-UG debt. So let me guess. Sports bars? That's what you got for me? No, sports bars that stick smoke. You get a shot from me. Yo, hold on, man. I said sports bars that stick smoke. You get a shot from me. Niggas, my, it's metal land on your community chest. It's like Monopoly. So take a chance to land on my face. I'll take the properties. Johnny put you on PG's. You're still there, niggas. You're never left. You're never left, niggas. JC sent your soul. I'm seeing dead niggas for that brand. I'm going to execute that kill dutifully. These niggas don't know what to do with me. Lunacy.