 MC on my right side, trainer days event coordinator, my G, Danny, Jack, make some noise, let's go! And on the left-hand side, genuinely just heard somebody say, ah, you shot your horror, it's more special! I don't get girls with my rapping ability. I mean, all this time I thought it was good looks and financial stability. Like, they'll be laying there naked saying you can have a virginity, you misunderstand the word beat and start rapping politically. Like Michael Jordan tried to travel, this is like when dinosaurs were alive with mammals or Christ was born inside a chapel hole, mow them down. My fire will get inside your cyber channel, Vensi RKO. Rob! Rebels on that signing panel's decline was gradual and they just had a long shot like Ryan Babble and me. Problems worse, which they tried to tackle because putting you in charge of anything. Oh, imagine. Resident Evil, Silent Hill, Konami, see that bar there? Nasty, Wallahi, but I'm spitting to you. What I'm spitting to you is Indian food, because that right there was a bar, G. You felt all the way off, but my progression has been hurting you gradually, which is why I'm not surprised you put the word into battle me. The posts, the trolls, but you don't think I've been observing your strategy, I see the game that they don't, that's virtual reality, fam. Imagine. Because you've got a naturally beggy persona, school careers, they're enthusiastic. Like I want to be wet when I'm older. You've probably fucked your girl, but then I'll do whenever you boner, because you didn't want to lay near the wet spot. So you just slept on the sofa. You're also under the thumb. You'll go away for a routine checkup, doctors discovered a lump, it was you. You couldn't be more wet if you were found washed up on a seashore, dead, IV and linens. You want to know what rhymes with Danny Jack, huh? Bianca forces intimate banger tracks, and if you don't buy a lamb of draft, then no sex, he best have a wife. Fucking sex memes, bro. And the whole, oh, I'm single story as well. Fucking Stevie Wonder could look at your timeline and already tell. And you want to call me wet, bro? Me. If I really am this wet guy, then compared to you, I'm about as dry as your sex life. You fucking desperate, offensive, stressed to be friends with. Everyone says this, you just don't get the message. You're just extra, pathetic, see reflection and check it and you will see why you have never had any sexual endeavours. My life's been tragic. If you walk up to my world, this guy would panic. You'll get lost inside the planet like Atlantis or the Bermuda Triangle and then pilot crashing. But now this is over. You're still wet. Make some noise for Lumin. And snatch it off of his tear. Ironic it was a rip-off when I got it for free. This one might go destroy him up. Beat his head till that shit lumpy. Quick knock out. It takes seconds like you're still hungry. For real, dummy. You ain't some threatening, hella aggressive menace dog. You are fluffy, wet puppy, tell a tubby marshmallow song. This numerous, humorous people like Lumin. It's a great man down to not even a nucleus. This geezer's the puniest guy I've ever done a battle with. For a bag of piff, I'll be sending him to Nazareth. Yo, I trap for my luck, I'm kidding, I'm rodin'. Yo, yo, tell your fucking wife I give her condolence because your wife, she's a widow now. Yo, she be focused, yo. Punch that I brew and do the ooze when I'm finished and cause explosive reactions like nuclear fission. So, rock crosses jaw and chip is two. Then when he drop, I won't stop. This is prison rules. I'll slip a rock in a sock and start whipping you. Then put a knot in your top like hipster dudes. Yo, you flop twice, you better have a crazy third. You call STDs off a lady bird. DJ, you could have made the tables turn. You might care about this battle, but I ain't concerned. When your plane returns, I hope it runs out of petrol. Summer lights a spliff and then ignites all the jet fuel. You probably get hyped for the fly for a red boo or freestyle better than you write with a pencil. Inexplicable all the ridiculous shit you do. So no wonder your battles are abortions. They really bring out the kid in you. You don't die tonight. Now, Pedro on his homie's shirt like Napoleon Dynamite. This whole case. If I get banged in the nose, I will break his teeth. You get stuffed in the shit. You just a meek. On my right hand side, Mr. Adrena Fifth himself. He makes some noise for Rob. And MC on my left hand side. I know he's got some serious hate. Boiled up in his heart right now. Make some noise for my man from Chicago. Big T, let's go. Now fuck that. He's draining a fit, but some fuck him along with cocaine. I'm doing shit rounds and I'm not going to quit now. It looks like you've pulled out of a swamp enclosure. Well, I'm here to give this over a ratchet and it's not Fiona. Sparking clips and all the bars you spit. Or that you've been shot like, what, 50 times? Like, cool, well done, you're not hard to miss. I heard that and said, what the fuck? Kevin, Rob? You want a shot? Rob, have you not been shot enough? Have you ever been saying it's a mirror match? Yeah, that's funny. What band do you've got? But come on, this ain't a mirror match. Spot the difference. Yeah, I haven't been shot. How is that? We look completely different. You can't compare this man here to Rob. We look like Howard and Kumar. If Kumar was black and a nob. Who knows? He might invite me back to his ends for a drink, but I won't ever go there. So don't try metting it. I said before, my dad's been to Chicago. He said it was shit. Love your coat. Victorin! I thought you didn't get about you, Rob. I thought you thought I battled you. Thought something was aspect you about you, Rob. Ha! This is the interview. I'm fifty-six favorite battle rocker, but tonight I'm going to teach you how to, Rob. If you had the pay to get in the venue, then you are not somebody. You gave this wiener a voice like Seth Rogen in Sausage Park. We'll sit for the nuggets. Buy on the earth. They are even put this battle in this budget. If I'm here, my stock really went down a pony. I'm disgusted. Let's talk about this for a second. Let's discuss it. That shit was super trash. Super duper duper trash. Now I'm sitting here standing looking super sad. I gotta take a hit from a bum like Mick Love and his super bag.