 Don't flop all fucking day, BattleRap.com, London, England, make some noise, rapper to my right, introduce yourself. J.R. Slager, SoundClick, New Jersey, J.R.A.D.H.D. Don't flop! Two boy big team, Mr. Shalaka Boo, Mr. Boo Block, in Canada, Mr. Boo. Ding! Took my left, introduce yourself. Introduce yourself. Introduce me, mate. Chris Lee! Yeah! What's up? Yeah, dawg, I'm from Manchester. Ah! Happy birthday, Don't Flop. But this is the situation that happened to Dislike. I went from bonding in two champs to battling shit, guys. Everyone got an international this time, and here's mine. Cheers, guys. When we get to battle at the pre-... Bird doesn't want my birthday presents. Then you won't see my name on the card. I can't wait till my birthday. Shit. There'll be proper sweet. Crates of beer, grams of coke, lots to eat. You can arrive the night before and it's fine if you want to sleep, but when the party starts and my real friends come, you've got to leave. I'm an artist. I'm like an OAP at the gym. I'm only doing it to stay active. I've got the money or the fucking pay packets, but I'm not supposed to make classics when we're different weight classes. Literally. Your first name is John. Fucking John. Your mother sure seems like an imaginative one. Americans call John the English, refer to him as Boggs. He'll be more waste than one. You're something I'm shitting on. Can you call yourself Jay? Arslander. That's gay. Damn straight. When Ice Cube said put your arse into it, he didn't mean your rap name. Repping that New Jersey. Mate, props. Jay's block space hop. I'm repping that New Jersey too. 40 quid from A-Song. Question, I guess I'm just unsure. Why do American dads always call their sons sport? You've got a sister called Table Tennis and a brother named Football. Question, I don't know. I guess I'm just unsure. Why do American dads always call their sons sport? You've got a sister named Table Tennis and a brother named Football but they called you doughnut because that's all that you've run for. Food or fuck hole? And speaking of football, you guys are confused and daft. The clue's in the name. It's something that you should grasp. Use your feet to kick the ball. Don't be a group of stupid twats. If Uno wanted a foot job, you wouldn't use your hands. And you could diss our legal tender but that isn't really fair. Americans say pounds instead of kilograms. That shit is pretty rare. You're the same on the scales as a friggin' grizzly bear so if you convert weight there to currency here, you'd be a fucking billionaire. And it's no secret. Your mom's got a crack problem. She doesn't do drugs. Just most of her pubes have crabs on them. My shit is real. My shit is raw. My shit is authentic. And you can't say arse lander without putting that arse in it. You can't say arse lander without putting the arse in it but you're a faggot. No wonder the word had to have a pause in it. Yo, you know what rhymes when he's only coming back verse shoddy or soul? Well, you got me so her fucking bodied you, bro. Shoddy too, but he said no. I guess people don't treat you with a lot of respect. I mean, I don't know exactly what Shoddy had said or what had gone through his head but he's got some nerve turning down Chris at such an awesome event to battle some random guy named Charlie instead. You used to be bubble and take and matches above all the main attractions when he slumped you and laid you flat and you'd be stuck with the same reaction as when you suffered that famous lashing. You want a scuffle, let's make it happen. I have you buckling, shaking after I'm crushing your frame to ashes. You're going to need the muscle of Canaan back of a couple of trains attached to a truck with amazing traction to pull my knuckles out of your nasal passage. You fucking dick. Yo, it's easy to make them root for me. You're one of the originals but you're not as good as you used to be. This man's become Shang Tsung. I mean, you might have took out Soul but you're not a boss anymore and you just don't seem like the same dude to me. And root for me how unanimous surpassed him in a big way. I mean, he's battling Big T and you couldn't even get Big J. And things changed but you stayed in the same spot because this man doesn't travel. What you think you're international because you had one Canada battle? You said everyone here thinks I'm a no-name which had me laughing my ass off as I prepared for this asshole because you're the one that has to live in a unanimous shadow. And despite the blatant help he gave to you, you called him out on pay-per-view. I never battled Uno so I really can't relate to you. I thought the Jawa family, I guess you really are a snake. It's true because a snake always has to shed its kin while it's making moves. And aside from the blatant politics, without her you would not exist. You're always trying to steal a title plus everybody hates you. That's the reason I can't rock with Chris. Still think you top and list? Shut up, bro. Stop it, Chris. You battled two title holders and couldn't bring either Champagne. That's the reason you ain't popping, Chris. Look, you had your chance as I did. You lost the shot you was giving. Now, Chris is stupid. Just stick to music, babe. Miss the blueprint. You're no longer one of the best in England. Remix. Time. Calm down. You stupid yanks, just too enthusiastic. Someone offered you a pamphlet or a mouldy tuna sandwich, you probably jumped through a hoop, do some dances, manoeuvres, backflips, nuked gymnastics and shout, whoa, this dude's fantastic! But you feel sad because you've been blessed with a large dome and remain pissed off with the head that you can't grow. I just think you barbed as an unprofessional arsehole. You told him you had a battle and he gave you a bepe de marco. Bepe de marco. You come from a country of unintelligent benders who rearrange the date format to pretend you clever. If we had this battle yesterday, you'd forget your agenda. Instead of the 12th of November, you'd arrive on the 11th of December. It must be dyslexic. I ain't taking a piss. You rearrange the letters in lips and ended up with a lisp. Everything. Everything you say is so hard to understand when you say it like this. I thought your surname was Flanders till I read the title under your vids. Could you have trouble pronouncing words that are terribly essy? Imagine him in his bought direct door trying to buy them a lethy. It must be embarrassing watching breaking bad and cheering for Jesse but this battle's like Heisenberg's camper van because it's about to get methy. Or so fat you should probably be fucking dead. But it's a shame because with that lisp, exercise is easier done than said. Don't blame me for your morbid speech impediment. I reckon you singing thong song could get awfully repetitive. If you wasn't so massive and fat, I'd say you dabbled in crack. Teeth like big teeth. Massive and black. Problems when you're having a snack because you misunderstood the term platin and plaque. And the job interview is you should pray that your mouth stays shut. You're the only guy on earth that will benefit from DNA's look. You brushed your teeth once last year when you were so made up you posted a pic of you smiling and got banned off Facebook. Serious, all you fucking Yankees are mindless. But us British love helping out off fat little sidekicks. I don't care if you're having a crisis battling ISIS, Iraq and Iran are countries not fucking Apple devices. I ran Apple devices. The second part's all in the bars. My shit is real. My shit is raw. My shit is authentic. And you can't say your rap name properly because it's a gut list and you're a faggot. I found my place a bit in long stories short on a scale of 1 to 10 she ate my dick. Don't try to convince me she's not a gutter slut. She got the JLID number from every thug she fucked tatted right above her cut. She's got another one that says free wheezy tatted under her bubblegut and the bitch screamed out big meech whenever she about to bust a nut. It's wildly unimpressive. You're a shitpaw so quit wild your head and get filed under my checklist. Your facial hair makes you look like a pedophile which I was just not impressed with because when you shave your face you look like the child that got molested. The last skank bitch Chris went on a date with requested a rape kit. He's not the guy you want to bring to the movies. I'm not saying he'll put roofies in your drink but ladies he might put some drink in your roofies. Fuck Netflix to get chicks crispy making a pickup lines that are not even real. Asking bitches that they want to come over to fucking Cosby and chill. Cosby and chill. And if you keep showing up at their door before with that chloroform then they probably will. Now we could go joke for joke or toe to toe and prove who's a more ruthless rapper. We could battle on the roof and I'll let you climb down as long as you admit that it's a losing matter and there's no excuses after. I'll toss you from the top and you'll get bruised and shattered. I'm suggesting you could either choose the latter or you could choose the latter. I mean come on Chris. Double time is the only thing that makes you unique and maybe you're thinking it's making you greater than me but I'm afraid you would need but I'm afraid you would need to exchange I'm afraid you would need to get paid to receive a retainer or fee. I'm afraid you would need to get paid to receive a retainer or fee. Come on. I'm afraid you would need to get paid to receive a retainer or fee. I'm afraid you would need to get paid to receive a retainer or fee. This was fucking a really good scheme too. I was attempting to do a crazy scheme for you because I'm trying to teach you. It's all a lie, you're blinding people, your whole styles deceitful, trying to disguise your feeble, rhymes behind a 40 bar double time set up with one line that's lethal, you have a problem with efficiency, finding Nemo. I wanted to get you out of there. Trans-event the fucking fishing fey, he's trying to do double time, guess what, his list got in the way. I don't have a fucking list. I'm trying mate, I'm trying. Just pop me fucking up. Give me one second mate. You're joking. You came to this event feeling a little afraid, so you probably need Uno Labos and his gimmicks on stage. If he wants to help out, I'll pay the kid of a wage, give him a spade and he can start digging your grave. For years he wanted to be Uno's best mate, so you drink tequila, wear flip flops, use words like comprende, eat burritos, then play insane in the membrane, Jay, you're not down with the essays just because you wrote one in 10th grade. And I'm racist, it's all for a weird cause plus Mexican and black jokes are too similar now. You heard one, you heard Jamal. I think more hip-hop can praise me, black, I burn white health, bitch, it's a new wave of fucking terror attacks, someone sending it back, but it's head in a bag, you can suck my fucking dick, you American fire, I've been very clever when considering your name, slander is a claim that can harm your reputation, so your raiding is contradicts every single thing you're saying, cause every verse of yours is a slanderer's accusation, man, I should bash your face and switch into Patrick Bateman chasing what a team saw, brave war, assassination, wage war, a slasher vane for the stain, torture matters, bring it off at the top of the head, you drop dead and I ain't talking to capitation, lacerations, torches, strangulations, mortuaries, caskets, weights with all of your family praying, try angles, find out what my fucking hands are saying, Jay's beyond saving for rocking with Illuminati Mason's. I bought a gang of mates in J-Gain, pass round like a pack of rastas blazing, buying bought no ratchet, Jay, now mate, no cotton spraying, won't open call, lift your cap in the air faster than graduation. My shit is real, and I'll fuck off to the states and tell Arsenal bars and it doesn't rhyme with authentic. I did not write Arsenal's slogan, he came up with a dictionary definition for slanderer, that was cool, look at that, yeah I'm a liar, faggot, and by the way you're good at rap, inbox me, fat bitch, here he goes to Arsenal games just to binge with his homies, first half he's trying to convince whoever will listen that he is an adult fiend, later on he's sniffing his coke beads off the dick of the visitor's goalie, second half he's got his pants down, shirt lifted like, go leads, and there's no fucking idea that that isn't the home team, by the time this shit is over he's finished a fifth of a brick and he's so lean which is probably the reason they make you sit in the nosebleeds, and it was that time I saw you on your knees though once, sucking dick for a kilo and some Heathrow pop, I'm like, Chris what the fuck are you doing, he's like, it's my costume, you have for Halloween though, I'm like who the fuck are you supposed to be, deep throat thug, and he said some shit about uno making burritos and shit, me I'm making the burritos, alright, or maybe empanadas or lasagna, fuck it, maybe you should try it, too bad Chris has always been in the fucking Whitney Houston diet, you can't get back on King of the Dot because this dummy isn't focused, so we switched to King of the Rock and put his money where his nose is, that lazy crap, I'm in a better place in fact, you have more views than me, true indeed, the truth is that I get paid for rap, do you, well you need to pay him back, right, lines for the only five quid he ever made from rap, yeah so let's go Chrissy, you'll fold quickly, your soul's mind this is it, this is goat time, and your bones grinding, this clone lies in a ditch, fuck whoever thinking your flow's kind of legit, or whose ghost writing your shit, is this broke son of a bitch, with nose grinding a dick till he choked right in the tip, for a co-sonance of chips or a coke line and a spliff, yo, he's over here, think he's living the Hollywood dream, but what you don't understand is things aren't always not as they seem, so why don't you, that is true, that's why I knew this shit like three hours ago, so you might as well pass away, so you might as well pass away in a bathtub you little wannabe fiend, that way you'll be just like Whitney, because we can watch this bitch die while he's trying to get clean, and y'all, he's too sad, it might be a little early for jokes, but too bad, that dude was in a coma for four days, how's it feel to know as a true fact that that guy has been sober longer than you have?