 Top 8th birthday weekend, we are in a high fighting league. We're ready for the next battle today. Please make some noise, let's go! We've had a high fight, Shasta Pyramid, Sliders, everybody else as well. We're about to get into this next battle. This is going to be yet another end of year best newcomer battle. Shasta Heretic, wait, there's always Heretic written it last year. Shasta Heretic, smash, kick, kick. And then this year we decided that we would pick the two best people who had the best performances all year from last November to this November. Same thing, the winner gets the official title of best newcomer they get in a national battle next year. Hopefully a top tier UK battle as well next year. But anyway, they both fucking smashed it. So whoever wins, they both thought it was fuck. MC on my right hand side, he has killed it all year. Dank Shrader, make some noise. Left hand side, same shit, killed it all year. Bobby Rex, make some noise. The judges and she, we have three rounds on the clock. Bobby is going to go first round on one, bro. Whatever you want, let's go. So when they told me Dank was my opponent, I raised my brow. Like, really? This is the guy that you've chosen to take me out? OK, then let's get it popping. And you can watch me take his head off like a bottle of Shrader brow. And where mate? For now, but wait till I start talking about that bitch he made of outer love protecting honour and call her a lazy cow. Because he does everything for her. Makes a dinner, sits her down at the table. He even tucks in her paper towel. And I hate how she treats him like he's a servant just because she's been working. He's got a job as well. And while he's out delivering his pizzas, trying to be a decent person, she's getting fucked over the neighbour's couch. He comes home and she's complaining, ouch, man, he's a hermit. He still doesn't think that she's a cheater, but how can you be so certain? And I'm sorry to talk about your marriage, bro, but now that we're friends, I just don't want to see you hurting. You're already not the most confident of fellas and I don't want your self-esteem to worsen. See, over the past year, me and Dank would become actual friends. But tell me if I'm lying, bro, I have to walk him to the train station after we vent. What happened? It happens. And not just in Manchester. When we went to London, he didn't want to make his wife mad because she's hench. I had to walk him to the train station and walk back on my jack through the ends, even now. We are in his home city and I guarantee that after this is finished, he will ask me again. But what kind of man has to depend on another man to make him feel safe and can we even class them as men? Oh, man. Answer me, then. Like a big boy. Oh, smash it. Short talk. I need to smash his defence to bits. There's no way that he's matching my pen. He'll get smacked and left down for the count like Renfield and way better than he's given me credit for. What, just because I don't spit a million similarism metaphors? Maybe I just think that less is more. I'm just here to entertain the crowd, maybe he's laughing, maybe get applause. I mean, is this really all that serious? Because if it is, then let me know when I am set for war. I'm already bored of all these lesser marbles. You need to let me step up levels more. I'm ready for them. Yes, I fucking am. And I want to be in the upper echelons as well. Pretending that I'm dead important and beating you today. That's just another step towards them. And you can go back to being a specky fucking darkness... Go back to being a specky fucking darkness battles by texting in a foreign language. We're so tight, we're like bros, right? No. When I spit them bars, it ain't nothing for me to kill a family member, man, I'm Chris Penn. Wow, man. This pen. All my punches and no, I'm missing his pen. Nah, it's just all fucking performance. You say nothing important. While there's quartibles every time that D's rapping, I've been spazzing. I'm here to go nuts in your face. That's tea bagging. I get sick of them B-Rabbit trying to punch more than B-Magic. I'll smack the side of his box and scramble that half-man image if he try and show me static. Nah, because he's massive. So if we scrapping, I'm a grip of pint glass and swipe fast, stick a mug in his mug. It's like I've got a period fetish. Why is that? Because I'm coming for blood. Nah, we've been running on muck. Yo, nah, nah, we've been running on muck. But you ain't improved since you took that win from evil. Well, I've been levelling every battle because to me, defeat don't feel right. Like I've got pins and needles. It breaks these people, but it's still strange. Oh, Shae's the next meal on Bob's plate. And me, Shunny's Caribbean fin ice going downhill fast once I leave Bob's slade. You are not, you are not great. If in your window and a chalk taint, a chance you'd have had that boy handled and on beat, prested you dirty like a tabloid scandal. You look like a matri Daniels and that's a bad look. When dank raps think black cats cross me and it's bad luck because I got strapped up. Nah, I ain't been grinding like shocks. I've just been writing a lot. That's why I'm mean with the shit. So from the first bar I've had this cunt, eh, yeah, you've been getting licked. Now you, now you, now you're decent at this, but dank Shrae, damn Shrae. I'm a beast with the scripts. Ask Heretic, I ghost wrote him out for round while I was sleeping in sick. Pen so crazy it's been to a shrink. Are you so basic you should be writing in pencil, but that hard back they rate it. You suck and get gassed up like siphon in petrol. I won't stop till I'm writing perfection. While these I've been singing with rows and rapping in Scottish. It's got him a little buzz, but would he beat me? Nah, next round I will put Rex in a box like when Andy's packing for college. Woo! Said I got beat by a press one. But you thought that really hurt then. I didn't lose, I beat myself that night like I didn't have a girlfriend. See, Bobby Rex, it's not a character. I have never stood up here and lied to you. Honest it is the policy. And to tell the truth I was struggling to write for this. And I don't know why. Maybe it's because dank Shrae has become a friend of mine and I don't want him to die for this. Now I feel tight because I've gone from wanting his name to take off to be in a reason that the flight's at risk. My fist is getting much tighter with every line he spits. If I throw one right then it's good night. It's like a guided missile aimed at a place where ISIS lives. I am his worst nightmare. He couldn't beat me in his wildest dreams. So why does it seem that a lot of you guys in the scene are saying that my writing's not as nice as his? If that's the case then why is this only the second time these pricks even made the main channel? That writing newcomer of the year but not stood up here. They should have had a separate title to decide it with a training date. That's newcomer you little fucking wanker. I'm down like a kid that doesn't know the answer. Being dank from the same crop then watch me cut him down to size. And with just one line you'll see me leave dank out to dry. How dare you think I could smoke this little weed? How dare you think I could smoke this little weed? I know it's not the best thing to dank but right now his only hope is if he leaves. You know weed bars are his veins. And the fact that all he does is sits at home smoking bongs and skinning reefers. Only time he's moved food in the streets when he's delivering his pizza. He's never been in trouble with the police. Shit, I was locked up at 16 and not just a little Mr. Meaners. Not that I think that's big or clever, I'm just saying. There's differences between them. Like, I'm mixed with shucks, a real rapper. He's got me spitting on some features. You're mixed with yorks. I'm mixed with shucks, a real rapper. He's got me spitting on some features. You're mixed with yorks who does your photo shots and designs your gimmicky fucking teacher. See, there's differences between us dank. When you spit a gumbag, people laugh because it's dastin', it's stupid. I can't spit gumbags, because if it kicks off, I'm expected to pull out a strap and to fucking actually shoot it. All right, you'll happily talk about grabbing a rapper and slappin' him stupid. Yeah, but that's all you do is talk, Bobby. Do his talk, Bobby. You never actually do shit. Well, feel free to end this friendship right now and just fucking ask me to prove it. Because that's where you'll be going to sleep until at least next Saturday afternoon. If I hit you, you'll be hitting the ground faster than a caboosa. You're whiter than a caboosa. You're whiter than a fat slag of flooza with a hugest, most massive boot. And that'll do for round two more proof that I am better than you. Get to fit. So they say I'm nice, but there ain't no chance I'm matching Bobby. Well fuck that, when his brair wraps been bear traps. I was built for snapping and catching bodies. You ain't gettin' past me, Bobby. The dope barber go harder, the floor sharper. I'm getting pissed, because when I spit quarts, I slip through, it's like gold slag. You're pretty much called press one or salmon. He's so racist, but we'll get to that. For now I'm just gonna outright him, because your pen, I've got no respect for that. This Dexter Morgan, to Dexter's lab. Because any science that you drop, it's pretty basic, right? And any time they put a killer in front of me, I'm gonna take his life. I'm back snapping, break his spine, get up in his face on a meme flex. How does that feel, Rex? Then roar on him. I've got your whole style down to a deep, Rex. And it's about to get deep, Rex. Because I've got a personal and it'll really fuck him up. Has he been cheating on his missus? Yeah, you're such a slut. There's even video evidence, so when you bust a nut, during your second battle, I'll evil touch you up. If that was me, I'd have fucked him up just to teach him a lesson. Bobby dragged him down a dark alley, then took evil inside him like a demon possession. He's been in your rectum. So now your girl don't love you. She'd be coming round my yard to get piped hard, to gank up her ass like a drug mill. Plus she sucks too. Every time I take her home, I get the dorm. In the whip cruising extra slow, getting brain on the roll like a techno drone. Techno fall. He can barely even turn a PC on. So I have to touch every time that he sees talks, he walks up like, what's good? It's the me, me, God. You think you'll beat me, Bob? Get to fuck. The only time I lose is when you get to judge. Over your mate. You're the Judas type, but me, I'm uber nice. I don't even want you to lose tonight. I want you to lose your life. So which fake weapons you want? You decide. I can use the knife or blow text. Even when I'll have him stuck on a stick, I'll have wrecks running like gold fetch. You and no threat. There ain't a chance you're levelling my quill. This pennies to five bills, machetes to rifles, genetic to Michaels. You come over the year, go and get me the title. Tank trade is a fucking pedophile. Now you might not believe that, but it's the woman that is married to who that actually gave me the vial. In fact, I found out the woman that is married to, she's the child. She was only a teenager when he met her. He'd been out his teens a while, approached her with an eager smile, looking so extremely vile. She was only 15. He was 20, 21. You might think that that's acceptable, but you are very, very well. At 15 years old, she's an easy target for the bigger lads. And did you tell me she was drunk as well? I'm not gonna lie, mate. This is pretty fine. If you had a little laugh, is this how you hope that your son grows up? Youngest girl I ever slept with, she was 17 and I was only four months old, though. And they'll be like, well, she's at home right now, I stayed with her. And I'll be like, wait, slow it down and change the words. Just because she's older now doesn't mean you ain't a perv. Just because she's older now doesn't mean you ain't a perv. Wait, slow it down and change the words. Did you have to hold it down to make it work? I only changed the words. Did you tell her to close her mouth or you would make her hurt? That's basically, shit, I don't even want to say the words. I'll be like, Russ, you can't say that to your mate, but wait, I'm about to get much rude off. You might have been to your bride a few years down the line, but still she was only 50 when you groomed off. And I know that he wrote some pretty balls for this, but really what's left to say? So you waited until the 16th birthday, that just means that she was 15, like, yesterday. A friend of mine is asking how can I be so harsh fitting all these pedophiles? Please don't, because all these years later, she's still struggling to heal those scars. I even asked them myself why she won't charge. And she said, well, back then I really loved it. He was picking me up from school because he drove cars. He was picking me up from school because he drove cars. And then he'd buy me a happy meal every time that Mr. Smith gave me free ghost. He's so far inside, he's trapped, there's no way I've ever gotten around. And if you vote for him as best newcomer, you're basically saying that these sex pests are allowed. It's up to you, like, in it. The after is done, right? I've finished, you've all finished. I'm a little bit, yeah. Come on. So I met my missus a week before a 16th birthday. I can't deny that, but I didn't get with her to wait until she was illegal. I'm stumbling, because it's sort of true, isn't it? No. No, I didn't get with her to wait after she was legal. Now, let's be honest. In this day and age, what 16-year-old girl don't want to try and dank? Your schemes suck. Hey, you're earned. Next event you booked me on, you better make it 14 plus. That is not true, so. Yo, you can find him on Viewpoint, making posts like, I slept on his sofa. Oh, she's my mate. What? Two battles have formed a friendship? No freaking way. Bobby Rex shocks his friend. Type a guy who posts the status whenever shot he texts him. Forget Bobby Brexit. Forget Bobby Brexit. You need to change your rap name to Bobby Begzik. Ooh. Talk to you about humble brags. Well, I get backed by a Fasaurus one. You only got a name off the back of your daughter. Into videos you force her. Trying to show there's a heart behind this cold savage. Plus, she distracts from the fact your bars are so average. So, are you gonna show dank shit? I'm sick with my rhyming. You think your style's frightening? Take away the performance. You can't even eclipse a child's writing. And speaking of daughters, if in your window would have talked about mine like he did yours, I'd have stuck a knife in his back. What did big bad Bobby do? Heard Brigzy were putting on some to-on tubes thought he'd invite him to rap. If one night at Earth Flat, your wife is a tackler, rape her with a knickers down, he'll be on the quick hunt for the sick hunt. And once he finds him, he'll see if he fancies a kicker bow. Battling, you need to quit it now because you rap it basic. Slow it down. Change the words. I said, you're a massive racist. Because against press, you said, I'm not racist. It's just my battle persona. Well, that's a straight line. You did, I know. That's a straight line. What's next? You're going to try to convince us that outside of the ring, Liv Winter doesn't really hate guys. Your views ain't right. He's like, but I love the Chinese. Yeah. You just never date the women. He thought Blackpool was a place for segregated swimming. He told his missusy techo on a dream holiday. Anyplace in Britain. And that's fucked, bro, because you came on with two travel brochures. The Isle of White and Blue Clubs Clan Dudno. On beats, he's nuts, though. My guys are great. You can catch him spitting tight rhymes for days at a white pride parade. You put the Z-Kyle in freestyle. Picture him in the booth, trying to spit the truth to the Hitler youth. Facts hurt, don't they? It's what we have the worst friendship ever. Bobby Rex. He's the only hot spitter with a swastika. Yo, my name is Jewish, you know. He finds Bobby Rex's mad disgust him. Refuses to even learn the horse's name. Just every time he daps him up, he thinks, oh, because he's had to touch him. He's glad that Trump's in. He thinks he's the best. He thinks he's the best. He spends his nights drinking white light in a night right in his dream screenplay. American history, Rex. I'm taking the victory, Rex, because my pen been doper, so that's three rounds. You've probably got two. You've got the second one, but three rounds. Two, one, friendship, all. First round was a bit hard to call. I'd say that was kind of a draw. I can't even say that. Yeah, second round, Bobby Rex. And I was kind of, he was still kind of tight. I was still kind of tight, but yeah, I feel like Bobby kind of swung it. Not as fast as he did. He kind of mind-fucked the judges in too. So yeah, we can't really condone that for Bobby Rex. What's good, Dundee? Very fucking close battle with a jar of coffee. Dang, first round, hands down. Bobby didn't pick up the second round a bit. The second round was pretty even, so I kind of came down as a third. And I think Bobby should just hit me a little bit harder. It's the Bobby Rex. Good job. I think someone cooled it in the bottle when they said, like, it's a kind of game breasted performance or something. I don't know if I'm close to that extreme, but yeah. That's, I'd like, I get some nice bars and stuff, but I've really been feeling it in the first and second round. I'm full, maybe edging the bottle going into the third, but I don't know if I'd say he's clearly ahead. In the spirit, I feel Rex is kind of eating him still and like, I don't want to be on the wrong side of Savile Gear. So I'll go with Bobby Rex. Yes. Yeah, I think it's a very close battle, actually. I thought Dang took the first quite interestingly. I thought Bobby took the second quite interestingly. And third, maybe I'm going to be controversial here. But I thought Dang took the third. I mean, notwithstanding any like allegations and all that, I thought the way that Dang came back from it, despite the sort of only good points, I thought like he still managed to kind of dominate in sort of the comedic way, like really, really, really creative angles and the discreet of ways of flipping like the racer shot. So I think, yeah, the third is like a very contentious one, but I think Dang just took the third and I'm just going to let Bobby take the third. Next to recent video, let's see what it is. So for the first, I thought that was an extremely close round. I had Bobby Rex taking that just slightly. Dang had those, you know, like, come like pins and needles to beat, don't feel right because it was cool. It was okay. And then for the second, I thought Dang took that clearly. I thought that was the strongest round. I thought he definitely took that clearly. And then for the third, I had Bobby Rex taking it just slightly. I don't think Dang kind of stumbled on his rebuttal. He gave momentum as the round went on. I thought Bobby Rex took it out with the angle and the third, I thought he executed it well and the whole like, and it's up to you, and I thought that defense kind of worked really well. So I got two-one Bobby Rex. Yo, we're back here at Don't Flop ABW. We had the 2016 best newcomer of the year, but I'll please give up for both the newcomers. The British team, panel of judges, they all delivered and it went four-one to Bobby Rex, mate.