 It's a promo non-judge battle, you know the score, please make sure you take five seconds to leave a comment in the YouTube comment section on Twitter with the hashtag sunburn2 and on facebook.com slash viewpointdf. Straight into battle number two of the day, making his return on my left hand side, my J90, make some noise, it's got it. It's his return to the league since an impressive track bike performance, introduce yourself Rob. It's a noise, sorry. Chose off Cam, J90's going to go first, round number one, it's got it. All right, well it's good though Flop, make some noise, make some noise. You've grown. Let me guess, you've been hitting the gym, pumping and weights, right? It was the last time I've seen you, so you was about it. Yeah, hi. Willsie! I missed you man. I've got mad love, yo. I only accepted this battle so we can catch up, bro. It's good to see you're still breathing. I was live-treating you. You're still scheming. Still spitting bars about, shooting the crow. Still got that usual flow. You're still putting domes up in funeral. Good on ya. Still calling Ur's name and tortured wordplay as you painfully stretch him. Still coming up short, consistently taking the loss of creating unblocks, trying to crave for retention. Well, not much has changed and I'm guessing. This muppet, speaking my name, getting rude and cursing. Foolish pest, you would best suit the circus. Trying to stop my shine because he knows I'm bright and sending shots, but it was blind fire. So for pulling that move, it's curtains. But I don't need to let no guns shoot to murk him because I could put this bitch in a box with nothing but punches like Uma Thurman. I found it most difficult to do research because I kept falling asleep through your verses. Yo, I kept falling asleep through your verses. See your battles ain't so I know I recommend the fans to glance. Cause you spit a random bar and motherfuckers a KO before it's even landed. You be throwing at least phantom punch. All you do is force shit. Every bar's a bluff. Your slogan sucks. Only your boys sing along. This whole crowd couldn't give half a fuck. And your schemes more pattern stretched for mass effecting Chelsea's backline when he parked the bus. Who you powering cause? You ain't spotting tough. This is an amateur street fighter trying to spar with mocks. Levels my G. So what you really want to do? We can rap or fight. You betray some sort of thug frontin' with his fake persona. I can't stand your lies. You struggle to pronounce words properly. Which kind of explains why you have forced crimes and I would start quoting your bad bars. But we ain't got all night. You want your whole crew? Now you face this one man army and curse shit. And you call me out. Shoot enough of the lips. Now you ain't stoppin' this blitzer like Oliver Twist. Cause you ask for the servin'. Now watch him. Now watch him. Now watch him pass away. Now watch him pass away. So the pastor could pass on the sermon. He'd prop from the church. But he parked in a urn. Yeah. Ashes to hashish. You can get swapped with the herbs that are part of this earth. I'm legitimately killing Will Z. It's like I took part in a purge. Forget the politics. This ain't for the parliament's purpose. You're harmless. I see parts where you plant on the surface. Zero street credibility. You lack those skills. I'm on face. It won't hurt me. But I'm so sharp with the words. It's like I'm throwing tux on Will's. Just to make him road worthy. You're a tryer. But you just don't have what it takes to make this field endorse you. So spin off. Spin off. Cause everything you've got to offer in this game shows. But it will never earn Will afford you. Wait. Spin off. Game shows win. I'm kidding. I'm kidding. I ain't this prick. You don't get it. Time. So we got another dog. This fuck boy's been ducking and diving. I'm surprised he had made that shoulder pop. Now he's getting these full body rounds. He's about to leave her in polka dots. He thinks he can come home, sit in my chair and just re-hold the spot. Now this bitch in the wrong house in front of this bear like Goldilocks. Hold on. Cause things have changed since you've been gone. So let me give you a tour of the fucking house. 2012 Killer Crop had the bedrooms but we moved them to the fucking couch. On Twitter he was talking tough. If he tries to act like he's on that bully crap. I'll let that metal blow off the night. He's like full time out of footy match. Hold on. Can I have the Rugee from your ends? It won't be hard to find your month's house. When I send them young boys to your door, you'd think it was the Cub Scout. She was talking... You was talking like some diva. Who's got you thinking you're a star? You're anorexic with that mindset. You think you bigger than you are. And that 24-bar grand shit is pure filler. It may seem like they rap hours cause those 24s are more stretched than Jack Bowers. Bowers, fuck. You're a sweet boy. When I was in the trap with a broken wrist, I was trying to whip that white. Using the bar from the porn mag, I was looking at chicks all night. You had a good home. Both parents were in all night. My pops had two jobs with four kids. We didn't get those nights. You could chop your moves in whitewear, check at the window price. I was in blackwear, fighting the plot cause it was brick front right. So what I mean you and me are just in questions when I get that right. You're in the studio talking gasses like you lived that life. That's when you mix tastes go nowhere and real jeans look at you and you can get those rights. Cause you wouldn't play 90s music in a disco night. And that's still like my girls PBW. In the only candy, soft dick, clean. You have to do that against tops. I know after that, you probably got a bar for that. But if I'm lifting big bitches and this body won't be hard to catch, making the bitches, I will fuck your sister. In long dick style. I got the dick game and the charm for that. I've been her kitchen cooking breakfast naked. He will kind of have a heart attack. If you piss me off, I'll destroy your family. I'll have a laugh with that. I'll be on 90s couch, which is 90 shows like Pokemon and heart attack. Let's go round two. Everything you said in that round, I know for a fact that this dumbo's playing. And I would rebut one of your lines, but with that lisp is hard to talk with the fuck you're saying. But what you're set to enjoy, ain't no risk bite for you. The only battle that I've seen, whose videos accumulate more dislikes than views. That's overpeak. Wills, you're overpeak. That's overpeak. Wills, you're an only bus. Everything you showed this week, and you may have got away with spitting your trash on gift of the god, but that ain't nothing to boast, my G. Some any bootleg URL or what I'm thinking. He's some superstar. Nah, you're more like QPR with your flows and schemes. No impact in the top flight, but they seem to do okay for the low elites. But I regulate the relegated. These bars killing my heart, wicked, the dark wizard. Shit is known to get real ugly for my foes. You can ask villain the sharp swim in your blood, you can hunt imminent, but the minute it's finished, you'll soon be discovered with no life in you, like the primitive Mars missions. Oh Lord, I ain't fucking, I ain't fucking about. I'm a dead disner. That's how I'm settling this dispute. So just for running your mouth, you can get this work, like Tevin is interviewed, subjecting to ridicule, you talk so much shit, and you think that you rap smart. There's nothing more cringing than white battalers using deliberate bad bars. Like, yeah, I know, that was shit, but no, stop. Aside from your feature on bad bars, the only highlight came from your duo with Soul Jigsaw, you managed to go under a bit of a tension for that gimmicky coke line like Lord Soul, to add to the fight. I've got more fuel, you're a fucking beg, but he's comfortable like that. Let's take off, for example. You will travel anywhere he goes, just because of the bars where we fight has. That's how long you know it. Now look, groupie, you need to jump. You need to jump off the guy's sack, and here's exactly why I don't fuck with your type, fam. You are not a leader, so Jigsaw carried you two on two. You'd be dumb to deny that. So who are you trying to kid? You always be assigned his twin, like somebody's side, man. So, loud your hype. Loud your hype. I couldn't give a fuck if it's a newcomer or an OG. They'll be comparing him to me. And I never once said I was a vet, but it's ironic how good it would look to take care of this pussy. So please, did you really think that you could fuck with me, please? Maybe so, but you still look up to me, please? Smack white, won't ever invite you, so please? And Jonesy, never co-signing you, please? Stop annihilating the style and invent your own sound. I mean, real talk. How long before we start hearing... Borshtown. At least you are British. You are not a URL wrapper. Nobody's buying this imagery that you sell. You need to be reminded of where you're from. So you can start off by receiving this L, oh, and ton. Against tucks, funny how you mentioned fresh prints, as you wouldn't think Will would find it so hard beating himself. And just for the record, my brother, you resemble the younger Jeffrey the Butler type. I'm too old to describe, bro. This guy thinks me and him are about to go bar for bar with each other. You stupid black motherfucker. Your performance is like a school play. Mine is like lightning on Broadway, mixed with Bruce Lee in that hallway, fighting 50 man for that doorway, man, I'm done with this guy. I'm just scheming about the bacon land. I'm about to put his body in shortish grave yorker. There ain't no space in mine. Fuck the ball. If I send jinks into his house instead, best believe he'll take his paper shoot and he'll hide behind blocks like space invaders. Whoa. You ain't getting this coffee for free. This cremation, you earning that. This clown couldn't catch a body if it was part of a circus act. If I catch him in East London with that mask on, I'll let that tully fly and have every East ender looking for the killer like when Lucy died. When I'm on stage, I off-braise on my off-days. He thinks he's king of this door to the shop spray, and I toss that arsenal off-stage because when it makes your name to battle me, it baffles me. Off-way was the calamity. Or imagine, reader, you actually, fully had the capacity and the anatomy and the accuracy to accurately battle me. It's actually an audacity. My tapestry is savagery. I am naturally and tactically perfectality. So lavishly. Well, your strategy is insanity. Your faculty ain't cavalry. Oh, happily and casually. But rapidly, in your packaging, you step back into reality. But that vanity ain't normality. And I don't actually say so reliably. It is a lesson in rationality. It's a question of your sexuality because do you support your name J? Of an I. There's a reason why Jay-Z supports his name with a Y. When you call me you a bitch, when you spell your name exactly how bitch is due. How you mad at me calling you a dickhead when you act exactly how dick is due. You slap around and you duck. You do exactly what chickens do. I should poke you in your head and give you another hole to listen through. You're a fuck boy and a faggot. I don't normally respect you. My inbox is full of battleers that want me to check you. That's why this is promo for the new you couldn't fuck with me. Now go and do what the other dabbellas do and go battle for Mickey. Sorry. Yo. Who do you rap with? Who do you love? Who do you love? My reaction, I think you need some work in your vocabulary. This is where it gets personal wills. So I hope you got a heart of stone. There's a shit I'm about to say gonna hurt you for real. You wanna know what I found? Just fucking major. Don't worry. I ain't with all that bullshit. I've got better things to do with my time and energy than snooping through somebody's lame life. Like I already wasted enough time watching him spray rhymes. Contradictory. That's one of your main problems, will see. You need to go over your older shit before you go to script. Like against scripts, you complain about battleers watching too much TV. That they should get out of the house and do something. Which is a good point. It's a good point. You addressed it and you had to be right to distance. Then in your following battles, you went on to mention Breaking Bad, Fresh Prince, The Simpsons, The Simpsons, How many times are you gonna reference the same cast of this show? You need to take this on board. The fact that you've written more lines on The Simpsons than bought in the intro. What you about? What you about? Macky. Macky. Like your shitty slogan, bruh. I love it down for the few of you. So the question pens. Why do you continue to attend events? You should have stayed home. Saved your ass and looked like pet to check where's the effin set. You've never caught a body. So how can you be claiming another dawn when your first one ain't even entered yet? It's just empty threats. Empty threats. They don't get respect. I must interject. Cos I am refusing to let this man beat me. Especially when he sounds like a fusion of Sylvester and Tweety. He wouldn't let this go, but his puff's still fronting. Gunning for my name like he would kill something. Actor. Now I'm gunning back for yours, but you should be worried because I'm good. We're all hunting. You couldn't stop calling me Out-Bred Drink. You look shamefully desperate. You're a dickhead. When it finally got set up, he was all like, I don't care about this battle. I don't care about this battle. They'll talk to me through something and leave me alone. Just off of that, your ratings lesson. Typical bitch. You know the type. Floating the weeds in the fake extensions. Yapping on about how they hate their exes, yet they chase them tested. Voice mail's an abrasive Texas displayed obsession. So the point of nigger has to change addresses. Because he wouldn't give her the time of day. He made no effort to pay attention so she whelmed and wet then the time comes when he's ready to talk things out. Clear the air. So he approaches. But the sprung bitch when I act like she ain't interested. I see how you roll wheels. Airport security here. Hey, hey, I'm not about to diss you because you work a legitimate paid job. I do too. I wouldn't care if you was on minimum wage cost. I just find it ironic you working in there. What could we get to see the careers born any hint of a takeoff? Yeah. Motherfuckers could have put money up on my next kill. Watch me. That's it. Wills. Dentist pride just for lying now your head's coming off. Like Cecil. Yeah. Goldies. Goldies newbies. Turning home flopping to wrestling show. So many prepared drones. I'm getting fed up with these terrible slogans and American clones. And you call me Dorothy. You must be the other wizard because you've been projecting this fool's image like you're getting exposed. You're dirty. You like that kid in the school play. Desperate to take the lead role. You want nobody in tonflop restrain your ego. And you versus tops was a fucking shambles. It was tragic. One big facade sounding like some sort of summer madness reenactment. Sort of summer madness reenactment. Sounded like some source. And in your little distract thing you did a while back. You said Barnes. You said. Now there's direct proof and I quote. Call me L'Oreal. Cause I'm worthy. Call me L'Oreal. Alright. Now usually, naturally, I'm attacked to get at somebody for trying to ruin my mode. But then I fall warm up when I need to reply though. You said call me L'Oreal. Cause I'm worth it. But as soon as you wrote that shit became a super side note you killed yourself. Now you've recycled the same bars on numerous occasions. It made me question how you go about rehearsals because you seem to progress then revert back to your old methods. That's wills for you. All you've done is go around in circles. And let's get this straight. That boy's six. You want him to road man just cause you know a couple of road man. Yeah? You live in a fairy tale. Rumpel still skin. Where's some guns that you bust? What's that knife you're wielding? It's in the car. Where's some chicks that you bust? Fuck. He said it was in the car but I saw you came on a bus. Listen. You live in a fairy tale. Rumpel still skin. Where's some guns that you bust? Where's that knife you're wielding? Where's some chicks that you fuck? I thought this guy was a real pimp. All you seem to do is tell lies and spill fibs. And you really think that shite's convincing? You just wrap a load of stories and act like a bad boy. You can guess everything we hear in them rhymes is Will Smith. I said you weren't on my level. I'm by that statement. I'm standing firm. You said you was going to buddy me. Well I'm here now pussy. Let's see if you can back those words. Balls town. I'll get them. When I found out something was happening again, yeah I knew I'd be a part of this. I wasn't even at home though. I was just sitting in my man's spot behind these bars waiting for the call like Will Smith in handcuffed. While you was writing for me, I had niggas saying na sha dosha. Real jeeps saying na sha poke. Bitch is trying to expose you. I had to pull this girl on my phone just trying to give dirt on you. Nah I can't say her name. But I can say that she works with you. So your name's J. Smoog. You're 25. You're working Mill Hills in TDI. There's no thunder near Barney. Just got the high road. You can't pass it. But she sounded so bitch. But I feel like she's a wife though. Cause she sounded so bitter. Was hitting me late night. Tapping me on Twitter. Telling you five foot nothing. What you act like you're bigger. But she told me that you all won this. Gost in ass nigga. Now we know the story goes how when some girls be hating so when they tell stories there's slight exaggeration. So I don't know if it's something that you'd actually do. So I'll leave it to you guys to see if you think it was true. She told me it was Saturday night. It was getting freaky. That we're having a laugh. The lights were turned off so the room was quite dark. Instead of eating her pussy he was eating her ass and he was doing that shit for like an hour and a half. I guess now we know why his name's got nighting in it. Cause he been eating assholes for 90 minutes. Stopping to that assholes diminish. He don't even brush his teeth when he's finished. Is it true? What does it taste like? Was it poo? Was it for one hour? Serious face. I'm some real shit though. Same when it after this battle. I dare you. I don't care if it's negative or positive. If it's any way loose the broth I will move you up. I will rock your body. That's my deuces touch. I'm gonna bring TGIs with your serving guys with a team of five beastly guys with heaters, knives with beams and knives dragging them inside TGIs kitchen size leaving slices organs fried and placed inside their pizzas pies for heaters fries. Play and see. I mean that gym four days a week if I shake and weave I'll break his cheek with amazing speed that I make Harry Baker when he changes teeth. Yeah. I had your jaw size rocking back to back. I'll tie you and your sister back to back. There'll be two funerals back to back. You left TGI now it's back to that. Let's go. Make some noise. I'll be displaying six skills run away you'll get killed you got the kind of face I wanna suffocate with cling films someone get this kid stills he's hardly grown and the way you've always got your hook up you remind me of a garden gnome with cancer