 Feeling great, just take two heads clean off, future two on two shot. Just two, de-shining, paying out. Fuck them off, both of them. But lad, you look like an owl. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . I've got a gun so big it's extremely impractical. I'm an owl. I didn't want it to have to come out in this way, in a battle of millions of people. Let me fucking tell the people of my own time that I'm an owl. My mom watches this shit. Because I can beat you by being you, but I'll go out and touch a tone, because you don't just come up short, because of your stunted growth. It's the way you make your arms in that funny pose when you bust a flow. It's the way you move them arms in that funny pose when you bust a flow. It's the act of a kid trapped in a lift banging the button. It's an abundance of nothing, no substance and no punches from, so basically he's come from home for me to weigh him up and back the flake like I'm cutting coconut. And on that subject though, he loves the snow. Copy that. He loves the snow. Copy walls. That's why his album's called Neal by Mouth, because it all goes up his nose. Do you know what, yeah? He's the most polished opponent I've ever faced, the most black. It's the toughest battle I've ever had. No one in here will come up with that. And with his confident tie, he tries to intimidate opponents. Thanks because he's with a squad for the guys that are not going to fight. Well, you've got your wires crossed him. It's going to lead to the shock of your life, because guess what, Tony? You ain't battling Tommy this time. I'll fight you all, one at a time. I'll fight you all, one at a time, because I'll swallow blood before the swarm of my pride. Never fight down too much under my back. I'll try to fight back until I get knocked out or back. Because me and Tommy ain't alike, because he'll like you and I. I've actually got the bottle to wash with you, but I ain't going to send shots from behind closed doors, like Oscar for story this way. See, the weirdest battle of the day, but that's what makes it good and makes it a costume. It's not a wizard. You don't do wizardry. I have never seen you on the wizard scene. Bring out the pea shooter and pop that. Let one round off him. Then reload with a pea that's out. Can I fight covered in peas? Dude, I saw there was a pea in there, that's why. You saw it? Yeah, when you bought a pea shooter, I thought there was a pea there, and I was like, he's going to try shooting it. Your hair's like a convertible. Because there ain't much on top. I'm like a drug dealer with no car the way I bust a shot. I said your chick loves to suck me off. She gives me bare head against the wall like a hunter's lodge. I say ministry of sound now, no wonder the London crowd isn't buzzing. Harry, they bounce a second they found out you was coming because your mouth is disgusting. His teeth look like a couple of clouds that are hugging. I'm in Harry Baker Rap It Greater. I'm saying the same, my teeth are like cloud hugging and I'm making it rain. Plus you look like a mutant. I mean your body type is genetically modified. You're so ostracised because your torso is ostrich-sized. It doesn't put you in the top half of the league just because you've got the biggest top half in the league. I'm going to wrong this fellow. Call me a mutant. I'm a ninja turtle because I'm a gun, I tell you. Your skin too pink and your grin too big. Them shits look like that igloo thing where freaking pingoo lives. I mean that is bad. They look like paving slabs made of plaque. Plus there's big greater mouths to them. I went from battling the calcium kid to a kid made of calcium. There's my pit. Speaking my name. Getting a rude and cursing. Foolish pest, you would best suit the circus. Trying to stop my shine because he knows I am 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 gun shoot to murk him because I could put this bitch in a box with nothing but punches like ooh I'm a thug. It's a big Saturday night. He was getting freaky that we're having a laugh. He turned off so the room was quite dark. He was 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 names got nighting in it because he be eating assholes for 90 minutes. This is a thing like who's around for the evening. I need to find something. Where's some guns that you bust? Doesn't matter if you're wielding. It's in the corner. Where's some chicks? I would try nothing if I had to flip, you know. I would try even hardest, you know. You came out in the first round and you took the card. You won the card over, do you remember? Yeah. That's how I know he's fake as a fuck. He said he was in the car but I saw you came on a bus. To be honest, I'm just jealous of your mother's addictive streak. You must my present by such a lovely and simple feat. I mean, she's got a couple of gifts under the Christmas tree like ooh it's needle shaped, I wonder what this could be. Tracing the same dragon do you rap about with your muggles and wizardry. That shit down till she has muscular dystrophy. She blew every dealer from London to Plymouth Beach. All that green, white and brown gave her a colourful history. I want to set the scene that Marlowe stabbed him. He's rented out a local social club for the evening. The cherries are flowing. Everybody is leaning. Marlowe is still drunkenly speaking to his uncle about a honeymoon that he's booked at a wonderful couple's retreat somewhere in Egypt. It's in the corner of his corner here in a corner of the room. He sees that Shuffle is weeping. So he slides over like, ah Shuffle. Can you feel it? Tonight's the night I'm cut from our freedom. Can you fucking believe it? And he's like, you know what, no. I can't fucking believe it. I mean, who am I going to structure my skin to? You shouldn't be with her for hundreds of reasons. One of them being, she's always coming between us talking about who should give Shuffle a beating. Just behind your back. He always says you're not as funny as he is. Fucking Shuffle quickly. Marlowe quickly cuts him off because he can see where the trouble is leading. Like, yeah, well, I'm bloody lover, Shuffle. Just leave it. You're homie sick. There's a ghost out there saying that you will lie on your brother and until two battles, he provides you with cover because rules, he's the real talent and this guy's a sucker. Just kidding, Walls, you made. You're both as shite as each other. You're called out me, Big J, Lefty and Ognios but they can't be bothered to worn out with a boy that cries, getting no response for your call-outs. You can't just name drop everyone and the hope they want to murk you do but then again, I did accept this battle so it gets to kind of work for you. But if that's the case, prepare to get your life ruined, murder mook. DNA and K-Shine, me and my mate Rob need a word with you. Why, you trackin' my power, yeah? Never get him involved. I've got one question for you. What are you doing?! Who's really the bully out of us? Cos as I recall, you and Rob tried to stick it on Callum, bruv. So this is where all the bullying ends, Juan. Don't fucking skate, man. Man, we'll shoot you in your neck, Juan. What you gonna do if I show you no respect, Juan? Callum Wilson, he can't protect Juan. You asked him how he feels to give her a head, Juan. I don't know. But how's it feel to get a fucking check, Juan? I don't want to air. No, you shat. Get a hold, you rat. When your team power's gone, do rat. Bitch would put my health at risk but she was the love of your life. Your weld and shit. I don't see how you can bitch yourself and step. Even though she built like a selfie stick. And y'all, you know who's black. Give it nothing less than 101%. So you can stand there and look unimpressed. But boy, when I let the gun extend, I pump the lead, fill up your lungs and chest until there's what I'm left. I mean, you be struck for breath, pools of blood pouring on them dusty crepes. I say guns, guns, guns. Now I'm lying. I ain't never fucking scared. The only fucking time I dump the nine is when I broke up with Steph. I wrecked for my brothers in the west of Harlem. I set my cousins up in Central Garden. I talk for the nutters in the pen for arson. I got a voice for everyone. Madame Seth Macfarlane. The only reason you try to get girlfriends is to steal their wallets or their car keys. You be pinching shit off of they like your Somali. Parsees, quarter past three. Royal Salami, Paul McCartney, fucking Tory party, Laura Tarzan. Your mum is a road man. Some scrubby pungent slovenly clumps you on a beat like Mr. Bump on a beat. Runty Dumpy is a dumpling dick. Humpty Dumpty on a rombin. Soft as butter on crump. It's clunky dumb. Mother snuff, a lit numpty. Lovely. Your name's Donald L. So that's Ul. I tried, there were no rhymes. Ul. It's the utterance of companies a weird face. Your name is basically the sign of Mr. Bean Mates. Hold up, wait. Every single time I see you, it looks like you woke up late. Huge wetter, bulking, blood seeped through the dude's sweater, but hold it. I can do better. Adam's apple got under the knife like Bruce Jenner. He thinks he's a hired here because a year in, like, yeah, you season and yeah, you got more experience, but when you try this battle of shit, you're gonna have to go to Hellenister because when I've done this before, if I don't care for the tier again, let's get it right. See, you just spit alone a bullshit bar. I was trying to scram a million words. You're like, yo, I'm kind of J Murphy. I'm working words when them words are working. You heard me. Your whole life is built on viewpoint, Col J. You spend seven days a week living in your room alone. So now you've got to pay to learn this lesson like a student alone. You're a part of my friends, and Marseille, Ren has to lose. Ren's straight, but once a blue moon there's a rendezvous with rendezvous and you. You said triple B sent you a dick pic, right? Then your next line said it was this big, right? See, I do not know what's more fact about the guy. The fact that he saved the pickle that he analyzed the size. And I bet you had to have your phone when your wife came that evening, kind of like the same time when she caught you cheating. He was like, baby, it really what it looks like. I was just paying, and Steve was just leaving. Now she got mad, and it is very Pete. She flung out the TV, and the B is free. She flung out the bed, now she's flinging out the sheets but I'm singing our house in the middle of the street. His defense, he's supposed to be a different depth. He got in a length, and he can free lines. But when you do it, it's so, so. When I free lines, it's so dope. I made a brand name of them free lines. I can not eat that slow, girl. So I don't want to hear about you or a killer crop. Let's revisit what villain thought. Your 2012's been forgot. Lunacy you ripped him off. Struggle with your wins to loss. Started doing freestyle battles. Thinking they all flipped or hot. Battle zen and cystic lost. Got lit by thoughts like a kid that's got chicken pox. Pox now you're here and testing me. The weaponry's like twigster rocks. You think you're the best? Fame proved it. Yeah, I don't recognize a killer crop. So you'd be best to move this pest aside before I kill a crop. Hey, word to pamphlet. It's good to be back at the venue. Wait, if he's here. Who's guarding that Aztec temple? See, heavy lines hold shit down. That's what I built my foundation on. How come every clip of you looks like you have foundation on? Remember when you used the word anti-disestablishment tyrannism? Then claimed you deserved the prize for using the longest word yet. Seriously, what a knob. You then reminded us a year later like, Oh, I said a word. Other battles say words, but still they're not as long. Now you're from Wales, right? Well, if you think you should really have got some crops, you can fuck off Baptist. You can fuck off Baptist. That's actually the name of a real Welsh town, so don't worry if you didn't understand it. Just know that that's now the longest word using a wrap-up. That's how I talk your fucking language. Wait a minute, please. Well, no, it looks alright. Carry on. It's atmospheric. It's atmospheric. I bet your mum looks like Pumplit and your dad looks like Sol Jetsu. Uh, to the mickey like a bad joke when they're replacing him with his tadpole. The sleepy looks 20% Polish. Yeah, use a tadpole. You both got the swagger of that shit hip-hop duo who tried to shift their mix CDs outside a load of big shops. Presses their bang in the mix tape off an iPod to lend slides up like... Yo, you boys into hip-hop. He's so small, his mum still measures his height before he goes into bed. What I'm basically saying is when you're backed against the wall, it's only right the lines up and go over your head. That's what you can't fucking spell. That's the bear we expect from you. How's a ghost writer need a ghost writer to make their shit legible? Why is Frankie giving credit? Frankie didn't spell it. All gets handled in the edit. You put the bag in dislexing. No one told me that Raw's talent is identical to Raw's talent. That angle's been fulfilled. Don't strain your neck trying to look up to me. As if I'm some sort of feasible kill. I get it, you sat down and got kicked to the table. So sit up and zipped up on that ambient chill because you might as well hit blunt because if that don't pick you up, the ambulance will. This is real. Because you become this, I'll shoot the llama, stab your father guy when you write bars. Then go out on a Friday night and wear nice scarves. You don't frighten me, brother. Your bars come across light but you try hard so spit that shit to your green in the face. They'll always be on your pussy side of you. You couldn't quite mask, but... But, but, here you feel accepted to pen lines that you will fight. But when you create it in your head, you know it's wrong but you still write and the more I thought about it, the more your name kind of feels right because you battle rap to distract yourself from your real life. I'm about to teach a lesson. Beat and stretch is prepubescent because you've got some decent bars but shit delivery means they miss the message. It's a game of Chinese whispers when this Chinese whispers. You should all know he ain't that great. I'm serving some nervous bum or looks alone they gave me straight. The Persian son of Irwin Juan but maybe I deserve this one because my last opponent, Heretic, got great acclaim. My next opponent's in Uendo. He's getting some fame so it's a double battled surname when I break this name because I'm using hyphen to get from name to name. You rap like your mother never gave you positive reinforcement. Like Oliver Twisp, it's a shame you're not an orphan because that bitch was too stupid to take the simplest of precautions and now you're here and now you're here and your body's fucked, it's out of proportion. You're the living evidence of a 1300 week abortion. Your test is a mess and a tragedy. Your breasts are the reason I believe in gravity. You've got blue roofs all over you like Google Maps. The only reason the audience applaud after you is because you look clapped. What I'm saying, Brenner, is that you can try and look the part but as soon as you open your mouth you go back to that fake pretender. All that image worked for nothing if the voice still don't fit the body like Caitlyn Jenner. So he said I showed my trial. He came back and smashed it. You had one bad battle. Then came back and had six.