 So I'm your American Idol. It's in this style of your rap verse, but Britain's got talent. So why are you trying to get my act learned? Stop dissing the accent, within the ring it gets heard. For judging the voice, I'll let it sing when your back's turned. It was complaining to Sonny saying I battled too much. Like I ain't the man. Who cares, we got six gigs a month. I only need a day to plan. This line might come across a bit racist, but I don't care. I've got no problem with Bradford. I swear it's just the last time I went there. My brother said there's a, and I said there, and he said there, there. Since nerd is gassed, I'm giving son the business like a Persian dad. I can't bear clowns lying three rounds. I'll catch a murder round. Wait, bears and clowns lying three rounds. That's a circus act. Here at Adam's family, I'm going to start snapping the front door where I'm lurching that. How I describe my rounds, Chinatown. Even if I ain't cooking, dawg, I'm still serving cats. Your wife's ginger. Big fat bitch, spotty face with a dead person. Big old ginger bush looking like she halfway through giving birth to Ed Sheeran. Keep pretending it's gender that's holding you back. In the hope that they won't actually knock that your wife, because what's ironic? Without gender politics and policies involved, you probably have been told an awful quality control is the nifty game you play. You abuse me suddenly just to hide your rhyming, but it's like 50 shades of gray. You had to use controversy to disguise poor writing. Ooh. So then you get this shit started. I'm battling this broke, smelly retarded, fat degenerate bastard who fabricates about the weapons he's blasting, because in real life, you ain't got a penny regardless. You're at home, chicken your harvest while you're having a hard time getting your mum off that top gear like she was Jeremy Clark. I'm just here to do all share of favour. I heard that he saw Brock, he'll take any battle from it in just for the cash alone. I even heard he started buying speed instead of bags of coke. He had to down... He had to downgrade from yate to whiz like Amber Rose. Ooh. Maybe it's because of all your fucking schemes. What you need to do is engage in some subtlety. Like me, shuffle tea. I'm some subtle bee. I put that subtle bee in the word subtlety. I'm gonna let him live, but he's talking about Muslims in my town, and that's harsh. And I'm religious with his shit, so I can't allow a whack bar. You got the swag of a well-dressed homeless nigger. He does look like Lindsay Lohan mixed with Roseanne. He does have a pig face, but no one said you can go ham. Big bars, something you gotta deal with. No matter how much bacon I bake, it won't add up to this real pig. It's like a chick reflection with one finger pression. You were vegetarian. Vegan, sorry. I know he's so pedantic. He even won a host battles. Just to be organic. You ain't going anywhere. You're the runt of the league. Erky's putting kettles on, you keep running out of steam. You're in a stagnant state. While we move up around you, your chances evaporate. That's all it boils down to. Perfectiva. Everyone makes at least one mistake, but I'm adamant even I wouldn't trust this snake. We're battle with Max Sherry.