 What's up? How you doing? It's starting to flop. Wrapping in Park 2015. I'm sitting in the chair. Everybody else is standing up. If you're standing up and having a good time, please make some noise. Let's go! Teaching you motherfuckers a lot about crowd control. Main event of the day. Let's get straight into the bow. You know the score. We've got judges for this one. Is this judge? We've got five judges. We've got five judges. We've got five judges. We've got five judges. We've got five judges. We've got five judges. We'll edit this out. No, let's keep this in. Okay, so Kruger's judging. I'm not judging. Tony's judging. Angus is judging. Angus is judging. Bam's judging. Crackers is judging. It's done. Crackers is not judging. Crackers can't judge. Defro-fuck, you're judging. She's judging. You need to step forwards. No, no, it comes in front of Crackers. You're judging. Right, we're done. We've got five judges. We've got five judges. So Kruger, Tony, Angus, Defro-fuck and Bam. Bam, there we go. You're done. Welcome back to going for it. We now have the judges for the bow. This is the main event of the day. Let's get straight into it. You know the score. We have got the judges. But please make sure you log on to the viewpoint of Facebook group and leave a comment on YouTube as well. Last two MCs I'm introducing of the day. MC on my right-hand side. You know his name. He makes moves with Danny Jack. MC on my left-hand side. Final MC I'm introducing of the whole rapping part of 2015. Fucking dope spirit as well. My man Jay Dillon. Jay Dillon! Show us who's going first. Yeah, you go first. Yeah? All right. Now it's going to be round number one on Jay Dillon. Final battle of the day. Let's do this. Hey. Now Dan's a nice guy. Not a prick, but his hygiene's a bit off. He thought the hand dryers in the box were just a blast piss off. I've got to wash them first. He's pissed off. You see, water's important. Remember that, mate? I stay neutral respect to pH. These days, these days he's a big deal. He's Ancomand. But when Danny Jack raps, I'm just an angry fan. Because it takes a lot of skills for a battle to be won. Danny Jack of all trades, but master of none. Master of the puns, because I set the bar high. A pole vote. Jindobri, I get the pole vote. You see, bad bars and pull-ups. I've got overhead bars for pull-ups. Chin-ups. Your life's a bit fucked. Chin-up. You never had a curfew. You never had a curfew, because your parents never cared for you. They brought you up on a diet of tango and sweeties. Now you're Danny Diabetes. He feels defeated and sad in the evening like Adam Deacon. Wrapping to a CD of Dappie, feeling unhappy. Because you and your girl watch Downton Abbey. And her poor name's Downtown Abbey. Hey, it's a downer for Danny. He feels lost and while I'm into the battles, I'm happy to watch when a new battle drops, Danny jacks off. And it's sad cos, it's sad cos, you're not affluent, you're affable. You've got your outfit in a raffle. He either looks depressed or baffled, but thinks he's wild dog Danny Jackal. That's done. Once again, I'm here. In another fucking park. Spitting it motherfucking dark. I've got my motherfucking bars. Psych. I lied, Dylan. I can fuck up even if I try, Dylan. To be honest, being in the park again, I thought we would have cried, Dylan. Yo. So we've got DJ against JD. Watch me remix your drunken style like a DJ on the JD. You can't slay me. I'm like, hey, D, he's an HD. You girls are dykes, he hates D. If you guys don't mind, she's hasty. Fuck off. J stays spraying the same steeze. How you got away with the four battle straight amazed me. I bet he'll be like, I've got flows for Danny Jack. I'll watch him freeze and die like I'm Rose and Danny Jack. No, J, that shit ain't hurting me. I've got your whole style checked and you ain't wearing burberry. You lot swear he's the truth? Well, to me, that shit is perjury. So watch me turn ferro on anchorman on Ron Burgundy. Because in Liverpool, we all saw Lefty walk into his own death but you weren't hiding him, crowd conservative. There was no way that we'd vote left. And now you want to come at the whole saviour, right? Cool. Just know I've got your death book because that battle won't know Joe Frazier fight. Me, I ain't see you give left hooks. Yes. Now against Juan, the kid lost and his stock rose to the cliff tops but this is where the shit stops. This is where the shit stops. You've met your nemesis but you don't know it. I'm brick top. The way you bullshit your way through bowels has got me pissed off. It's a myth, dawg, because your bowels are like the dealer splitting the brick before it's shipped off because no matter who Jay Dillon with, they're always getting ripped off. I've got moon dust that'll make your jaw click. Any star lines, I bet you stole all bit. Dan's a deviant into all sorts of shit. He went glory hole but said the wall was too thick. But it's awful when he's skint. He gets paid by wealthy couples for company air. Some Saudi swingers, sunny and sheer. But it's funny, I'm after reaction like coke and mentos while Jack's into sniffing coke and men's toes. And there's no end though, he's sniffing coke a lot and getting ripped off. Jack's doing lines with a pinch of salt and it's wrong and I'm sorry, mate but your bad breath was scandalous. They called it Colgate. He's got a long way to drive to work and has to hire a car and it hurts. But still he's a car nerd and said life was hard when they fired Clarkson. He's rapping it dark on the mic like Jack Wilcher because he robbed from his grand and he jacked a wheelchair. And it's weird, yeah, even stole money and it's sad though. He's a chicken head, he's spent his nan's dough in Nando's. And you know, he came to Liverpool carrying a carry more. I took his camera, a weed bag and all. I carry on because my style's independent from your usual raps. Don't get crossed during a union, Jack. Your crew holds your back all too often. It's not the right click, you've got no options. You probably write bars with your mate and compare notes, he looks up to you but you were periscopes. And I heard your flow and I respect it, man. It's comical, you sound so desperate, Dan. I said Danny Jack does gun bars sometimes. So it's about to get violent in a real way. They'll find your body under your rug. Raps are gonna have a field day and I've got those twin straps. I call it Phil and Lil. And if I feel a little disrespect that you'll spill your grill because this chopper, a big bitch, I call it Angelica. Because if I fling around at your head it won't be Angelica. What, I got in trouble? That chopper, a big bitch. I call it Angelica. Because if I fling around at your head it won't be Angelica. What, I got in cover? We'll leave Dylan in a pickle when I pull out that Tommy, brother. Rugrats gun bars. Back him up in the worst way. And if you don't like it, you clearly did. But fuck yourself. Because his daddy just burst it. No, but seriously, that's something that bugs me. You said against Knife One that his sister gives hand jobs at Hogwarts for a quid each. Well, I disagree. It was a shit reach. Your battles are a whole load of nothing. Your battles are a whole load of nothing. All that simple shit I'm sick of it because your battles are like those Harry Potter books. A bunch of wizard tricks for little kids. A bunch of wizard tricks for little kids. Fuck J Dylan. A bunch of wizard tricks for little kids. Yo, that's pretty hard, dude. Fucking in the park again. This is deja vu. Wizard tricks for little kids. Because why is it when you rap? Why is it when you rap? You have your eyes closed. Waving around like a scouser tally. Yeah, you dress like one of them characters that I doubt in now. But you ain't clowning, Danny. You ain't clowning, Danny. All this talk of you being great needs to stop, Dylan. Because after this battle, the times they are re-changing, I am Bob Dylan. They're gonna have to beg me to stop killing. And even then, I won't ease up. Keep putting these veggies on ice until I get my peas up. So for those that think, Dylan's gonna beat me, brother, I'll send Dylan to the sky. And I've Dylan looking like Krillin when he got killed by Frieza. And we don't get that bar, it's cool. I don't watch Dragon Ball Z either. Hey, them gun bars, them gun bars were fake as shit. Not even your rhyme books got paper clips. And if I was Luna C, I'd rhyme Danny Jack with handicapped. But J Dylan rhymed Danny Jack with Danny Jack. And it's battle. It's battle, rap, poker, and he's holding us back. Because if Jack's on the card, there's a Joker in the pack. Because it's a known fact, he's a rapper with skill, but a tranny man still. Friday to Sunday, he's Danny Jack and Jill. And every battle, he gets killed. Yeah, Jack's in the box, but keep bouncing back like a Jack in a box. FIFA 15, Jack's in a box. Even if she's 15, Jack's in a box. And he's a bit hip-hop, and a bit of a hippie. Homemade humus, drinking his chick's pee. Yes! She needs to wash, she needs to wash quickly. She's mad funky. Her rampant rabbit's not a happy bunny. Her fans in Burma and Berlin. Your girl's head bad, and Berlin. And she controls him, and she controls him, and it affects him. He always wants a Mackie's breakfast, but skinny Anna wrecks it. And his ex, but his ex was big. She's a giant, and keener than he thought. She won't leave him alone, and now Jack's being stalked. Hey, everything you cooked is on a George Foreman. Everything you wear is George Foreman. George Foreman. Posting on forums, George Foreman. Now a crew's been formed, disco dancing live. He called his group, Danny Jackson Five. Hey, and it's nearly time, so my conclusion, you're not the worst, Dan, but you know Tony D with the words, man. Just a battle-rapping spares fan. Yeah, he knows Judo, but he's no first Dan. I'm getting zipped up, bro. You have a song called Liverpool Trackmap, which is basically one Long Word Association scheme using places in Liverpool. Places that people outside of Liverpool didn't even know were in Liverpool. And I know I'm rhyming Liverpool with Liverpool. It's because I'm doing the exact same scheme using places that I know in Liverpool. You're a twat. That's not what makes him a twat of the day. It's the fact that you went on your don't flop drops and did exactly the same. I mean word for fucking word. Quick escape, stop for no one. Jump on the bike, bro, who the fuck is Scotty, bro? No one knows who these people are. I don't get it. This doesn't make any fucking sense. Back in the forum, film- Danny, listen! Just stick to what you had in your written. Jesus Christ. Alright, sorry man. I'll move on. You have another song. You have another song called No Warning on your YouTube. And to be honest, there's not much in there I can use to slew you. I mean, I wrote about being shit, but took those bits out like Rowan's fruit juice and almost gave up. And almost gave up. And so I took a look down at those views, dude. Now your views are sitting comfortably at 25k. Pretty nice, eh? 25,000 views, but six likes. So that ain't sitting, right, mate? Let's play a game called Swear to Gap. I want you to swear and I'm gapping your teeth. Those views are real. In the words of my life, it's game brother Gemini. Pussy, stop lying. You think man would've missed it? In fact, you got 25k in a day than never again. You don't think I didn't check the statistics? I don't normally do this type of research, but I thought now is that time because that view graph be looking like somebody flat-lined. You don't get views like that. I bet you rock up to your local open mic. See, inside there's loads of hype and the bounce is straight, lies to your face like, sorry, I'll have to close tonight. And one more thing before I go. This is the second time I've had to bring this fucking dude through. So for the love of God, can we please have a fucking two on two? Because I know as a team it would be the fucking truth buff. So tell Shox and tell you when they're ready, he's going to get peaked for you, coach. Two on one. Crew gone. I'll give it to Jay Dillon. Yeah, I'm giving it two on to Jay Dillon. It was very close until the third, but I'll give it on Jay Dillon because that sick bar kind of ended it in the first. So that's what I'm going to say. I mean, it's close up until that point, but that's it. I'll give it to two on Jay Dillon. I love Danny, though. He's very experienced. Nah, I'm biased. I can't do this battle. I'm a toucher, I'm a toucher. I'm biased. I can't toucher. Hello, yes, cracker, Jay Dillon versus Danny Jack. I'll give it to Jay Dillon. Hey, we're back here for the main event. Wrapping it part of 2015. We have my man, Jay Dillon, and I'll give it to my man, Danny Jack. Make some noise, please. Let's go. I'll make sure you log on, viewpoint of your opinions, and all that shit on the battle, but the unanimous winner of this battle is my man, Jay Dillon. Make some noise. And like a peach that was left to rot in the sun, horrible bitch probably lived in more squads than she's done.