 So your Briggs and John, make some fucking noise. Just a shout out to my brother, Briggs, who's coming down to host Wumi, as well. We're getting to battle number three of day number one. It is yet another promo battle. So please make sure you log on the forum. That's facebook.com. That's viewpoint.df. Make sure you tweet us on aph.dot.flop with the hashtag, sun, one, two, capital letters, lowercase. I don't even give a fuck. Let's get into it. Straight into the clash right now. I cannot wait for this one. MC on my left hand side. Front boost. I'm making his return. My mouth whizzing. Make some noise. Now, number one, big whizz, please. Yo, fuck all them big words and shit. I'm just going clowning. Motherfucker, you look like an albino dowsing. Yo, I wear crocodile loafers, whip outside with a chauffeur. If you were a dowsing, you wouldn't do a yoga fire. You'd just do yoga. I said my face always in the hood like a cobra. My face always in the woods like a gopher. If whizzy, I am back with all the bars. I'm not at McDonald's when I order the Big Mac and it is large. Like you're at the theatre because I'm clapping at you, star. I didn't pick up a hooker, but I got the ratchet in the car. I'm going to give a fuck about the battle I'm here to make. It's like a pen that we shoot out because if we draw, I take shots. I said the crowd are here to see me. They don't give a shit what you say, Og. My gun like Craig from Friday, even getting fired on his day off. Battle I'm in should go viral. So many forans in my garage. You need a passport to drive. No vinyl. That's 40 singing all night long. No vinyl. If it's sick, I've got a wife that's pith. I order the caviar on boats and don't even like the shit. Your broker's fucking like 96. You still go to open mics to Cypher. Your life is shit. Fucking vegan. I will stand right in front of your face and eat lots of chicken. I bet you date middle-aged black women that look like Scotty Pippin. Yo, you best go hide when the Glock is spitting. We'll fly around looking for you with the chopper like you're gone missing. Yo, everything I rhyme ether. You're built like a right diva and you weigh about as much as a ride Vita. I said my bank's seeing more numbers than a timekeeper. 15 love babies. You're not a wizard. Don't do wizardry. I have never seen you on the wizard scene. And I'm a wizard scene. I speak wizardly. I can make it cool to say lyrically. Alchemy is a craft when I want to write. There's gold in these bars. Willy Wonka hype. I'm a real wizard. You don't want this life. It's payback. It's payback of the strongest type. If I find this idiot alone like the Wongersite. This war with this warlock on site. Because that's when I draw for the stick. Wrap the round and let one shot fly. From 40 yards out with the one that strike. Then I drop that. Pull out the compact. Close combat. Bring out the pea shooter and pop that. Then reload with a pea. That's the mission statement of a mystic shame. Shit's amazing. Your whole shtick's mistaken you call wizard. You're chatting about how you want to kill pagans. Okay then. I've been making effigies and cryptograms in my tree. That's where I let that grand wizard hang. It's no mystery how I could just twig a man. Ask about me. I'm deep in that wicker clan. You've even got wicked plans. I brought fire for a big body like the wicker man. You think you're the bigger man? The show strength. Don't start. Just go bench. What's the wizard that's built so hench to a wizard that built stone hench? You contradict behind your box of tricks. You're not so big like Oscar Riggs. That's the wizard of Oz, you dig? If we dig deeper, we see that scared little Joshua kid. You can't break octopus. Check my name. Ivan Dennis Merlin Battalero Owen. Yes, let's take a moment. And yes, you heard it. My middle name is Merlin. And that just means I've been a wiz kid since early. I brought my driving license if you need to affirm it. Just either way, I've been designated for this journey. While you try and portray a life of unrest, drug dealing and gun threats. But every beat you touch gets turned into an IB for sunset. You like to dress up your tracks nice, choosing kicks and fitting your hats right. Just because you lay down snares don't mean you live that trap life. Strange wizard. I don't really get the whole hype. Fake wizard. That's that shit I don't like. It's like a convertible. 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 up. She gives me bare head against the wall like a hunter's lodge. And if you doubt with me in this clash I got you, fam. You're the sort of cunt who'd say the best thing's in life are free. No, they're not your trap. I said my gun's so big I can lift up a tank. I'll break in your house and leave no fresh prints. But I will pop to fill up banks. There's a thick old skank with an arse so fat it'd be breaking her spine. You can't even please that bitch. She'd be faking all them lines. Your hoe is a two. My dame is a nine. But I still gave her this free willy and she had a whale of a time. She gave me long head like a top hat. I'm a bungee the way I pop strap. I'm on the street dealing with more crap than a thumb strap. I got the toasty on the corner like Mortal Kombat. But you still play the Amiga. Cannon fodder. If you say you've got the cannon, you've got a camera on you. Yeah, that big burner be banging on you. If you weave my biscuit, you a jammy dodger. Get fanny, brother. Get whizzy, get your girl's thong dropping. Me and her are past words. She said I was a hot male so I put my log in. That's in when I get to body popping. That ATB smoking in the street like Doc Cotton. Yo, you need a meat therapist. Meet the vegan terrorist, meat shuffle tea and heretic. We'd be wrecking shit with direct action and rhetoric. Run up on your steak dinner like, who's flesh is this? The general message is we're very pissed. We'll put on our bellies and our meat is murder teas. Snatch you up out of your suburban dream. Blindfold, you gag, you turn you 330 degrees. Then take you to a pop-up cafe in Burmese, and serve you a burger made from beans. While we make you watch earthlings on repeat. Make you watch earthlings on repeat till you're begging for lentils and alternatives to cheese. But you get no mercy from me. You greasy pig eater. We carcass you ever carved our unsheathed, a righteous sword of karma like I'm Shiva. I'll harvest your organs, I'm the grim reaper. Got a big blade for an ignorant rapper, call it my Wiz Cleaver. Let's go. Try and be a trap-wapper in the US. You wouldn't feel so big. Those Americanisms can't elevate you. Do you even lift? Or is it part of the parody? Because you just look a bit fat to me. Could you flex those? Can you do this? I guess no. Your arms are ready to explode from implants of your leg bones or flesh and lard from whatever the parts with the flesh rose. And those bulges expose just so you don't know your arse from your elbow. I've seen this guy kissing his muscles. Like this. And you're looking jacked. Well, if your arms ain't saying shit, you're just chewing the fat. And if your biceps could talk, they'd say, here's something free advice, you fool. Stop wearing t-shirts, free size is too small. He's like, nah, the gums have got a hug properly. This guy's fanatical about bearing arms like the gun lobby. How do you breathe in them? He takes his life in his hands when he's squeezing them. You can see his soul leaving them. It's a near-death experience when you go through a medium. In the best shape, more like upside-down egg shape. You should do more skipping and less skipping leg days. That moves around gym on a Segway. Short distance or long, ping-pong or a chess game, I'd beat you up pretty much everything except for arm wrestling. Well, you can have that. I need my arm. I don't want to snap that. And outside, you can get an oak burger. There's goodness in that. You're just the filler. No one came for the whiz wrap. Let's go. And at least two pairs of Dunlop trainers. Have some new nikes. I might go to Dubai tonight just to buy a new tie. All whiz it does is rub about money and guns. Yeah, you're right. I'll throw some fucking peas on your head. That's a food fight. I say, you look like some sort of dance DJ that plays sneakbo. Or a pedo on Bebo. Or a lesbian going through chemo. I said, your mum wiped me off. She got some super hands. Peep show. I bet you drive a Corsa, right? Fuck that. I drive a Porsche each night. I don't give a damn if your girls are Muslim. I'll pork your wife. I fooled for life. You just fooled for life. You'll get the big bow like a sumo before he fights. On my driveway, nothing but 15 plates. That's a home. You'll be washed up on the shore in pieces. That's a stone. Big shiny thing in the jeans. That's the chrome. Answer to the machine if I let it ring. That's a phone. The best is back. If I let it clap, you'll have one eye like Fetty Wap. And your trap queen can get it too because I'm a star pimping. Your mother's blue head long like Marge Simpson. And no telling who I'm a hit when I let the shooter off. My gun is like most black children. It don't know who to pop. Got the motherfucking heat to your motherfucking cheek. If this motherfucker speak, then this motherfucker squeeze. I shat you back as mum. I'm a motherfucking beast. I come to impart some wisdom because whiz done. He brought fingers to a gunfight. I brought this gun. Mixed truth and fiction where the facts lies. I'll mack your belly when your tax fly. I'm a mack 11. You just pack light. Your slow gun can't match mine. My sub heading for your strap line. Yes, I'm that guy. That will bury your tool where it's deep and forested. Ready for revolution or apocalypse. So I ain't a guy to get mad with. It's my job to cross whizzes like Hagrid. So for that piece to be accessed, you better believe I buried more than the hatchet. You want that trap shit. A straight shoot away of the chrome. They say, oh, you're from Hastings, a dirty south, a little place on the coast. Seagulls, chips, donkeys, maybe a goat. They say whizzer came to troll with the fact that you play your role. Because between your Hastings home and a place where you seem to believe you were raised and grown, there's a crazy gulf. Literally a crazy gulf. And I'll catch you at the 18th hole. Just as you're in your pot and sars, I'll jump out from behind the window, waving a couple of arms. Two shots put you under par. I've got an eagle vando bar. Depart on the bumper car shouting, Bomber Club. Two shots put you under par. I've got an eagle vando bar. Throw your ball in a bunker and depart in a bumper car shouting, Bomber Club. Don't ever come to London, bruv. And if you're not a crazy gulf, I'll catch you at the arcade. I'm not playing games. I've got targets to hit up. Top scores all round. Everything's getting lit up. You get flipped up by the machine when I pull triggers. Tommy Topimble wizard. And if you're not at the arcade, I'll be on the map to pier. My gun goes boom on the map to pier. And if he's not at the pier, I'll see you on that pebble beach. I say, bruv, it's getting peak. Let's settle the beef. I mean veggie meat, hench, weak, we laugh, we become friends indeed. We go and skim stones recklessly on the edge of that velvet sink. And then I say, hey Wiz, rest in peace. I say rest in peace, bruv. Because that's when I reach for that chain that can give you a deadly leak. Yes, it's a leak. And then I say, yo, I say, I say, you can rest in your coffin dead and rotten or you can be forever semi-conscious because I always give them the veggie option. And then I shot him. Then I went health food shop and did some shopping. Then I made leek soup. That shit was popular.