 Number six, we're back in Manchester with the zombie shack, make a bit of noise. For anyone asking this is one of the training days of the event, we brought training days to the north, Bobby Rex is staff, so if you do want to get involved in the league, please send your application to entryatdonflop.com, with that being said, on the right hand side you've seen it before in Don Flop, one of the best overcomers I've seen over the last few years, so make a bit of noise for Jay Dillon. To my left, legendary fucking Mancunian MC, from the bits, make some noise for Bobby Rex. We haven't done the flips, who wants to go first? I'm going to go first. Eww, round one for Bobby Rex. So, we're finally here. UK Battle Raps biggest night of the year. Let's all give a round of applause for Brinkhead. It's time to hear the prices of the day, get to the fucking bar and buy him a beer. Because this is Revival Six. And big events that are the size of this. If they don't buy it, it's all I can hear. And a type that can define a career. And they gave me Jay Dillon. They were finding it weird. So I didn't take this battle because I think this guy's ill. I took this battle because Brinkhead said they'd have to match on and I haven't paid my sky bill. So I missed it. And now I don't know whether Rashford scored another hat trick or whether City Thresh does 5-0. I'm going to have to catch up and match it today. And for that Brinkhead, my next match-up, better be someone like Quell. You better get me a push at the title. I want to be the next man that's hitting Blizzard's 5 or Shot Your Horrors 9 mils. Chanted that, that's more than likely going to be wrapped on. I ain't really got that guy's skill, but I'm going to give it a try still. Because I feel like one day you're all going to realize that I am the fucking Revival Big Bobby Rex. I'm a problem that you don't want. I've already beat a better Scoutser than you in age of saying stupid shit. Just because you're a Scoutser is best believed. I think you're both cunts. Along with Steven Gerrard, Danny Murphy and Mark Lawrence. You know that scheme I did against Innuendo where basically the gist of it is that I hate every single one of them. Now we might be wearing a fucking Basel on the top, but this guy supports Bolton Wanderers. So I ain't recycling from my last battle. I'm just saying he probably hates every single one as much. What kind of Scouts has never stole a thing? Not a penny sweep from Penny Lane. Never smoked a sniff around the back of Smithdown and never skinned up in a phone box when it rained. And I know you've got a job. What kind of Scouts has got one thing? I don't believe you are one, Jay. I guess that you're from Crosby then. Because you've never owned a La Crosse track suit. Never put two of your mates to get 10 sovereigns. No, he's not from Liverpool. I don't know why that bothers him. I'm buzzing, I'm not Scouts. So the point of fact is Lord and Singy's praises. Saying that you're from the mean streets of Crosby is not about to intimidate us. You see, I could believe you Scouts, but you ain't ever even swapped a car though. Never sold a stolen satnav or a car stereo on Park Road. Never bought a glass bottle of iron brew from Lockhart's or from George O's. See, I'm from Manchester, Jay Dillon, and I bet that even I'm more known on your roads. See, I was there in the dark days, just off a brick road on Black Lane. I was a young truck driver delivering drinks and it was a fucking struggle to park straight. But someone says that they're from Liverpool. We just accept it without asking. But if you're really from Liverpool, tell everybody, how come you haven't even got a Scouts action? Bob's money, all dough. Bob's mum, Paul Scoles. Hey, awkward flows, but Bobby's a battler. Bobby's a killer. Bob's unemployed, but Bob is a builder. All day working, scheming like Chiller, working away, but insulation is all filler. Killer tuned so the mixtape sounded amazing. He named it Laying Foundations. Patience. All day laying them breeze blocks. All night on Facebook chatting breeze block. He was an old school fan of jammer and grime, but when he's at work it's hammer time. Battle wise though I have to say this, when he comes to his battles I may skip, because his battles are shit and blatantly they came to see your grave get dug when JCB. Maybe it's tiresome to judge here, best newcomer, it's not been a good year. The pubs where you find him hiding in weather spoons, or Bobby by Brown and asked where's the spoons? What he's telling you about his new life, sober for two nights, flow hot like Dubai, shoplift a lot, but sometimes I do buy. You'll soon lose your shine, you'll see Rex. You're on a PG tip, bring me a T-Rex. You see Rex, I'm nice Rex, I don't need to try Rex. I don't need them directs to make you directs. I see through your eye Rex, you're not part of the equation, you're not pie Rex. I guess no new request. Just do you have a dubious, he doesn't care who's impressed, he's a weed hungry Budapest. I introduce Rex to the best lemon haze that smell like satsumas. Too strong for Bobby should a satsuna. He was at work and got fired, that's super, because he's got a backup plan, that's super. Bobby's a loser, Bobby spent too long on his computer, chatting, not rapping, not making his music, he's not a young thug all the future. Bobby gets boozy and loses his bearings, he lost his jewellery, he loses bearings. Some people find him slightly overbearing, most people just can't bear him. So he laughed, he told me that it's hard to beat, which had me worried for a minute thinking, well, what if you just can't be beat? I mean, what if I get there and get scared and can hardly speak or I forget my bars because I went out on a bender the night before and turned up to the event, still fucking half asleep. Or what if he pulls the rope from underneath me and exposes to people my hard demeanour and the reason that I shout and bark at people is nothing more than a cover-up for the fact that I'm a harmless geek. Or what, if instead of just turning up with random jokes for once, he actually turns up with some bars and schemes and writes our full three rounds. Instead of a thousand sloppily thrown together different parts and pieces, which brings me to his party piece. He just rhymes the same thing with every party piece. For example, I love your girlfriend and I think that she smells exceptional. And that's in any perfume in the world, exceptional. I bet that everything you eat gets cooked in your mum's oven. He said the reason that his accent's not scoused is because he's mum's southern. And I won't be surprised if after I take this win he still says that it's debatable and it was close in his eyes. But please, nobody listened to him. The guy can't even open his mouth without closing his eyes. So listen up, Jay Charles. I hate to mess around. How have you got 20-20 vision but would still struggle to get around without the use of smelling sounds? And with that blind man's swagger, bet he's never shagged a fit bird. And if he asks, I'll make it up a bit. I'll bet he had to get a pissed first. How did you even know that she was fit, Jay? Well, obviously I felt a wrist first. Obviously I felt a wrist first. What's that next line? Oh, choking. This hurts. I think that he's a bit weird and I've got a big beard and I've forgotten the line and I'm sure that I've had a really good ender. The only problem is right now, I can't fucking remember. So round two on Jay Dillon on Vulture. I just remembered it. It was something like, so what if I actually came in for a fight because I wanted to fuck him up and just throw a punch in the middle of his round. He's that funny that his eyes closed and he probably wouldn't duck. Time. I tried to watch his battles out of care to see but none of them I cared to see. Who's here to see Rex? Nobody. Because he's a nobody. He won one battle but nobody. Do we want you to rap? No Bobby. Hey, he watches Corey in knockback bodies. That's so Bobby. Sidekick at a party. Oh, Bobby. Bobby Rex. The poor man's Bobby Rex. Everything good in his life. Poor Bobby Rex. If it bounces, it's a Bobby check because he probably gets play dough from them flows that he's written. Just small figures. That's robot chicken. Slim pickings. A family of friends after fun, Bob. You're not a star. You're a SpongeBob. I'm some god with the pen and the ink so I can do gigs but you'll be stuck on the net like a Squidward. The sting in the tail is tough. Free bees in your name but not a big buzz. You never linked them with Shotty or got a collab but Shotty's last video, Bob was in the back. But not one of your tracks gets played in the town or city. He's surrounded by cans and it sounds tinny. It's silly. People rap about his kids. That's not my bag. I just talk about Bobby, the hip-hop dad. Homework time. He can't wait for that. Let's make it rhyme. Let's make it rap. Not every time, Bobby. He's had to be whack. Hey. Stop laughing, man. But his life is sad and it's weird. No time for battles or beers. He bought himself the mug that saved dad of the year. He travelled here. He travelled here in a car with the sticker saying baby on board spitting bars to the baby but the baby is bored. He's not annoyed. He missed being a bad boy but he looks happy. He thinks he's big but he's just a puff daddy. Time. Now in this round for thinking you can beat me this war is fully on and I've brought nothing but gold in these bars. I'm about to get my bully on. See you are not killing Bob Dylan. I am going for the win. I'm here to burn your body down to ashes and leave it blowing in the wind. You're planning me since I've got to serve somebody and your life is for the taking and sacrifice to let the people know the times they are changing and you knew this death was coming. It was by prior arrangement committed suicide knowing full well that it could be viewed on YouTube by the entire nation. Mate, you're not even a stepping stone. I'm ahead of you already. This battle's just a formality to make sure that that gets set in stone. I'm lesser known but got better flows. I can wrap it darker than when the lecky goes. Or I can wrap it hotter than Aunt Bessie Stove. Or I can wrap it colder than well, getting froze. See these differences between us Jay, I'm setting goals. You're the kid in class that they was picking last and that's getting goals. The differences between us Jay, I'm getting chose. I'm getting hired. You're getting fired. I'll be getting though and moving forward. You're heading home. I'm getting asked. You're getting told. So there is definitely no way that you can faze me. You must be cuckoo crazy. You're not even a little threat. That's a ukulele. I'm using a phone fan. The fact. That's a ukulele and also after today meeting me will not be something you'll be eager to repeat. And seeing as though it's Manchester Derby Day, I'll be past goals. You can be the boss you can be the ball. That's easy to defeat. Right. So I've got a lot of shit going on at home. You know, so this battle might not be your favorite. I'm pretty much backing that people are going to go online and actually say I'm shit but I'll be back at the eighth birthday and I promise you that that trade is going to pay for it. They say that my rounds are ending dry. Which got me upset and I don't want to shed any more tears. So to make sure that doesn't happen in this round on the count of three if you could just all cheer. One, two, three. You said I played in goal but I played centre back. Your girl sent me pics but I sent them back. Hey, and whatever Bob say it'll be a long day because he's going one way downhill and I've never seen Bob slay. And I've got to say I'm cool running things okay so me loose no way. Okay, you need ghost writers you need two O'Shays you need Donald Trump money and two two pays. Your girl likes flowers I buy a bouquet she wants to get high I give you bouquet. The dude claims press one didn't beat him and he claims he's a red but I bet he's never seen them. Name a player Ryan Giggs favourite player Ryan Giggs who's the boss Brian Kidd no this guy's been nick for some misdemeanors when I spit he missed a meaning. He can't believe his Mrs is leaving thinks she'll miss him spitting and scheming no it's Rex and he's depressed but it's not his fault he ended with an X and yes she's heavy set and I've got to say I don't want to know what that Mancunian way she'll lead you astray dogging in a waterproof she said she's clean but the water proof when she talks to you she's lying she's not a keeper a leopard doesn't change her thoughts and she's a cheater she's cheating when Bobby travels bobbing her head like she bobbed for apples Bobby builds scaffolds in his banters as funny as cancer and that girl's towns the same shade as Fanta she handles sacks she's known as Santa she does the Poznan she's a pole dancer what's the answer for a Viking battle rapper hitman Valhalla after a long day of blazing a draw after a long boat praying to Thor and listen mate you look like an extra from Prison Break the one they set free to give the prisoner break