 No time to be in the booth, no way. He'd rather be at a breakfast buffet. Please wouldn't dream of skipping leg day. It's his favorite bit of chicken. Yeah! Listen! I think this man is the Giesel. His whole family deserve respect for producing such an immaculate creature. I'll knock on your front door and say thanks to your dad and greet him with a pizza and I'll decorate your mum's garden with some plants and a feature. I'll go into your little sister's room and give her a bag full of sweets and then into your little brother's room with a track suit as feeler and let him smash me on FIFA. I'll break into your nan's ass and I'll act like a cleaner and leave him fill up her ice cube tray and put it back in the freezer. Liam, zoom in on her. Now zoom out on me. I am out of her league. That's why I came here to flop. I came here to body you. I don't want to lay you on my sheets. I don't want to lay a sheet on top of you. See, right now we're cooking them. They've got that bird order. I'm popping it random like a sperm donor. Pedro! Pedro, you're a crap burner and a dirt smoker. Your whole persona is finding the nearest persona. Captain Hook could count on no hands the number of tips he gave. That's why he drinks so much to get straight past the tipsy stage. I mean, he could have been a robber. He would have been shit though. As he escapes, refuses to tiptoe. Roll with the same strap that killed Bambi's mother. A mangy hunter hanging out like Danny Glover's own married brother and his family's photo album covers. Oh, yo, yo, it's P Rebit in Martial Matter. Impressive. Everyone loves you. Everybody loves you. I love you. I hope it's me. Hey, yo. I've got seven pet anteaters that are keeping cages. Cages made of broken promises and awkward teenage phases. Last night I watched The Matrix with my mate, Riggs. I'm done with April Fools. I'm all about their mate, Riggs. I've got another mate called Ray. And if you get Ray pissed, he turns into a Ray pissed. And that's fire. And the front car of the Sunshine Kid looks more hipster than the Hackney Bowler hat market was. I saw it as a poster in Shoreditch in a damn barbershop. There was also a cafe where they had a grandfather clock. And I had to drink my pomegranate shake from a sandcastle pot. All I know about you is you call Fahad al-Dahimi. Fahad al-Dahimi. How's Aladdin gonna beat me? This gonna be damn easy. You about to get lamped by a genie. Just ever someone tell the judge we go another level up. That's a double-decker boss. And you're... It seems like you're kind of clashing with him. Because you just kind of copy Harry in any style that you can bring. It's kind of like the free app version in a trial that you can swing. If you want to try Harry Baker out before you buy the actual thing. Those fat lines were incredible, G. And I thought that you may try and affect self-esteem, but I'm a round guy in a round house. This venue is perfect for me. I'm sorry, but used to hands down the Trumpiest team in dog-flop history, you look like you haven't got a postcard between you. Oh, yo, I'll be on MD stroking the arm of a third year. Arm of a third year! My man thinks the heart of Earth swears! Yo, you're a shit version of me with glasses and worse hair. I'm a sick version of you with bars that are worth... Gay pubs! You look like Rap Day if you didn't take drugs. Yes, really. But one thing I've noticed is the size of your teeth. I can't tell if you're smiling or trying to sneeze. After that chulk, he's gonna beg for a big rematch. Tell us, mate, can't a chulk have Nate Diaz? He's explained to me why this little pussy all wants to play with me. You getting hung out and left to dry without a fair troll like Stephen Avery. So don't act like you've ever... So forget all that bad guy chatter. You're not proper on the beat, none of them wack lines stuck up. I've got squaddy rolling thieves. Fuck your trap life, swagger. Fuck a Bobby on the beat, cause I think black lives matter. So do you want to go floor for floor? No, you don't. It's no frigging contest. Plus, I'll teach you a lesson in aggression. They don't condom me or off-stead. Multies and references your soul skillset. But you're totally not dead. Little man trying to mech up for his flow's shortcomings. But no one give a fuck if Napoleon complex. A frilly shit and you'll round the waist like a petticoat. Irish blood giving off that dune fireblood, wretched snow. You getting frozen on a track. Let it go. One stank to the table. I've literally done off my fucking band and after three days, I'm not even trying now. I'm literally going to do the rest of this battle, lying down. More time, I'll tell my opponent to behave, but you've seen it for yourself. He's already laying in his grave.