 Hey, what's good welcome back. This is don't flop some bird number three. We are back at bricks and jam We're about to get into the third battle of the evening I can't wait make sure you treat us with a hashtag some bird three and to eat at boat flop at to her All the team members all your opinions on the battles Let's get straight into battle number three MC on my right hand side my man from don't flop staff team Representing Briggs. He makes a noise. Let's go Return and see on my left hand side. Mr. Rhee makes a noise Clip of camera. It's gonna be Briggs the up first round number one whenever you want Before I get into the battling. I've got to say I'm gonna go over this fuck And I'm struggling talking Wrapped up. It was his birthday last night. You know bastard. So he might have just ruined my entire performance I've been doing this for six years and after villain I thought I'd rain it in 26 battles impressive resume every big name upon the gang stuff usually take the win But for some reason the fans don't buy into me and it's cool. That's part of the game We're in so I told her any more small opponents than I quit now That just takes the What was your monthly new as a kid fucking plant fertiliser Well, you're the only kid that's that big it could single-handedly complete the full circumference of stretch I'm strong you fucking extra large mole Talk about you mopping you've been a dick they tend out first to test for carbon So let's test your bars done. I'm bringing dope lines like a nesca bar Who's next to spy run if you see shots firing the not saying I'm like juice big a law with a pen I'm known to take out tall bitches like Rob slay to see None for voicing a character on screen like Rob Brayness or bring your puppies And we rock wireless. I can't go to the off license to the rough license Oh Yeah, we put that Round one, Mr. E. Let's go Yeah, I Should take you to my neck of the woods. I'm a bloodhound We can have a heated discussion on getting tense like cob scouts Cob scouts fuck my overall punch count. I'ma wipe you out in one round I make noise as soon as I touch down like a dog bow I'm leaving him behind showing breezy. I look for men to be little like the pygmy drive And I'm a soon get praised after you get slayed. They'll say I'll tour Louisi and I'm not in the US state You're not a man. You're out your ends. You'll have bang bang in his face first like smacking the sound effects No one gives a fuck what you chat about an event to the coroner because what you're carrying out is dead With both battle cojay, but you thought you would win that said clash when there was death from the cars like a cigarette pack You said you left to give cold Operations when I battled him I said that this is like a childhood story because this ginger bread man He's an obese retard Bringing me bars and he means Mars Me bars and he means Mars eating chocolates is how you know my Maltese are Literally a bread roll Made the most out of that bread like Jesus in the five miles of time like Al Capone You're George Clooney and all these men stare right to go and the last five years I wouldn't say that you have evolved a man should know when to knock it on the head like whack-a-mo So school are hard knocks. We don't think like fools Who doesn't if they smart whether they big or small see us mentoring like we've got advice for the kids at school But now I'm taking his head office for the principal You're just another battler without purpose using moss to get the upper hand at your crowd surface You're comfort zones working in your home surface, but now it's neighborhood watch with an old person as close curtains Your shit, man It's always a mixtape taking the heart like Steve Irwin with a steam ring Fire a spit flame set Lewis a light nobody's coming to breathe a Time the most boring overreach piece of bullshit. I've ever heard in this league All you do is slow down the bars Impression that the punch lines finish me you like to Breathe Breathe down your voice, but if you listen to any buyer he actually says not it You just had a few stamps breathe down people's necks, and you sell it on the image But you try that shit with me then it's beef and I mean that because if I roll up on re I'm punching shit I his kneecaps in Punching shit eyes need castle way. That's too predictable. We might read that It could be like fat Joe with a lean back and if he is me with a big fucking man beyond. I mean dreamland I think I take the win I'm 11 with a mind games. Well, you've seen stranger things When in the age of kings on my making where that point to the stomach like a mason ring They keep on violence I'm like better do I'm violence. I shout the man's behind the mass like Bayne talking fuck a dark night They try by I'm blade warden with day walkers Nicholas cave with a blade techies face off him When my mates go in they let it sing in the whip like carpooling with James Listen Lewis Briggs Truth is this You haven't been relevant since suing him Don't flop star for the crew is weird rather than that. We wouldn't know who he is I wrote with hooligans and lunatics that'll shoot up pigs like Duke Nukem did It's optional, but his missions impossible like John Woo's and Pompers movie script This could turn to a food fight He won't understand this until I get a fruit punch with a knuckle sandwich I've had my sights set on you so get a grip like gun attachments. You're not man's pack of y'all You are punching bad Briggs when every one of my balls are barking mad On the best study the underground to make my art a fact you just large in mass We look lard and fat so fuck the coronary and make him have a heart attack I'll hit him like Bob's out with physical contact kill him in combat Then I rip up his dog tags. I'll make a victim of Briggs II like Richard Keklinski. I'll be killing his contract Oh, I'll give him his job back Don't know the sharpest knife that is in the drawer. Never mind my pens might eat it in the sword You're reppin mush. You think the hardcore punk. He's a headbanger. He wanted me as his next matchup He's far from the best rapper. Who's Luther judge when he ain't got that X factor down That alone is he choosing the wrong matches the strategy you ain't got a clue you should stop rapping and this is the truth You ain't got talent And this is the truth you ain't got talent. I think it's funny your names Lou and your Bob standard I'm on the beat Your drum and we ain't producing you don't have to conduct yourself So you'll face the music to blow your own trumpet is a waste of breath. I use a murder instrument to orchestrate a death Prickly sister novice. I'm a drum this in his head lay in the beat down with no reason or logic I didn't know your name and you was mentioning mine. I was death sentence full stop. That's the end of the line I'll display so much skill that everyone feels baffled How I'm here clashing with you because I'm not getting crying to do enough hillbilly Sick my name's about to be quite high on top of quite high on fly Quite high in the flyer in the announcement came no one gave a shit and if you like cold jay's retirements All games embarrassing. I won't touch those lines if I was Joe say when he's managing they won't say that I'm challenging and Oh my god Fuck it. I came to fuck re-op in a major way talk shit. You'll get caught out front like I see major tape Fuck it three rounds in I've happened to be boxed I'm pissed off that you're not big you can watch all the poem like disease when you walk in the shop This performance is that shit. It's actually got me thinking I'm wack I Wrecked on his jacket king of the dot and not calling back This is probably better than my three rounds that I've grown Raptors birthday last night. I just want to go on I ain't phase for shit. I'll treat really like a rambe. You'll get killed for trying to play with a kid Why show you facing the pit? This is my enclosure. You'll get killed in the place that I live Try to to my yard when it's dark that I'm bound to use force like the ways of the syph I'm thinking about the call time Rapping I won't listen This is another class that you ain't winning like your match against old English or your class against the villain He was caught between a rock in a hard place like saps him with the pillars He'll never be on my level and that place won't change if he's got the bulls and I'll bat him down We can play crochet Louis Bridge being me There ain't no way. He's initials at LB. So now they're trying to make his name hold way I'll watch that dog flop prevent when you have locks and this is like that once again because you have lost In other words, you're going out and live with no leg to stand on against Ken Shamrock You're getting up and find it hard to accept loss, but you're in over your head. So you dread locks If this is the current is next stop then I'm the killer He's picking up Rob left off and most of your battles you wrap the same and you lose you ain't champion material You want the state in the truth you battle Jed Mitchell when they gave it to you He's named so but you wouldn't last a day in his shoes. Are you mad? You can't out for me. You're not a man that I rate. I'm not into monkey business. I'm at my primate Place a bit of winning by late your mind state. You get crucified if it's high stakes for Christ's Time I'll talk you a lesson because you're reckoned for so they've brought me to set the score with punchlines and metaphors All in all of them and for men who pause that women that can't have children anymore He's not the kind of man I care for they'll say it's like him in the rapid declared war When I snap on his head because he's a foot soldier getting attacked by an air force Whoever said you were pro. You're definitely not a vet. You should know instead You're the man they get for the show to play that expendable role like Sylvester Stallone How did you beat soul and he's got the belt all the English and Bamelam beat you as well 2011 you've been taking L's now you're a slavery. This is history repeating itself He was shit on the two and two still your piece will encourage it He's had so many battles in his league that he doesn't win. It's a haraqiri act Briggs. He cannot stomach this Do a lot better than you it's not clever the content is reduced stop bending the truth I'm hot-headed the one second from Brock Lesnar and you got the squad ready to shoot like Good because I've still got many gotta go one better than you come back If you didn't got God bless me to from having the views on contract You cost have it with use of fine pray much every move ever be one step from assume stop one step and I should pop Let it a new record