 But he's been cast up looking at me I'm looking fly as fuck So he be cast up looking at me I rolled in light Let's order up some drinks No cologne, I've been blowing with a stick A couple goonies And we brought a couple links Couple nines, couple tens Yeah them links I've been blowing We've lost all fucking days We are here back in style We are six Every single MC as well This is the first battle of the entire weekend If you want to hit don't flop up as well All the links are on the screen Let's get straight into the battle No further ado, we've been waiting around All right MC on my right hand side The first MC I'm introducing on the weekend From these makes a fucking noise Every time on the left hand side From London battling don't flop About two billion times It's not a sixth birthday weekend Yo good people yeah All right then let's go See I've been gone for a while And a couple of people wanted me back So I think it's only right That I start this off with a couple of true facts Fact While all you man were out squabbling at sunburn I was on a beach with a white bitch She were getting sunburned Fact But in knots A couple of man tried moving with stealth What do you know about being laid up in your hotel room And listening to Arcade Jefferson Price himself Name a nigger in the league that's cooler You're a perspex rapper I can see right through you I'll hit him with a quick right Like Casta Duda to zap Judah And put a stop to his drive Like I smashed up his computer You're about as real as your jeweler And if you told them As real as your jeweler And if you told them diamonds are real Then he probably fooled you We brought them longos The same millimeter as a ruler Like C.C. Major was your tutor But remember that timing knots Let me refresh your memory It took place in a popular Portuguese chicken shop There would be A couple of MC's The two owners of Dog Flop All going in on our selected sides And that finger licking chicken While you were sat there looking under pressure Trying not to look with your mouth flicking You see I didn't want to bring it up But I just couldn't let it slide Because this fucking Sideman Couldn't afford a spray Couldn't afford a ride And my bet is he hasn't got a hotel tonight So he's going to suit him down to the ground When he pitches up his tent tonight That I'm about as real as my jeweler Well this shit's about to get poppin' off Like DNA and Kruger Now listen yeah He wipes at night through his boys erection He's nine foot nine with the coin collection One of his boys are too moist to mention I've got five gram of cushion and joint selection You look like Agro Santos Banned to the arm and I grabbed him Fuck it I put my hands both hands up outside of the venue You look like Snoop Dogg collided with Tentu The rest of you The footage of the bit will go vibrant and red too Look I watched the lead pop into your neck done And turned that grey top into a red one Now he's done that as if he's choking himself He goes home and his own And he can't even smoke by himself Because he's never got weed, you've never got freeze I'm Pedro, I'll never be beat You're never as sick as me, I'm the sickest MC You said finger licking chicken Your missus is hitting women I've got no feelings, I'm a cold demon This snow season in the fucking Caribbean Yo I've stabbed a human being Because I chew for you I'll bruise your knee, you can't chat shit Do or leave Yo yo listen, I'll bruise your cheek You leave you toothless, ruthless I checked it last night I've been apart from his friend's best clothes I'm killing it with freeze Your chick living on the beach And she isn't even getting shit for free Anyway, three, two, one minute round stop You see I really sold you a suit So against him I had to bring out the bush master But this time I just rang her head early And told your mum to get a good pastor Because he'll be twisted off these shells I'm a hood master, get it? I've got a hood master I'm the type to off you early and make sure your mum will look after Bosh it Yo I'll take his princess like Bowser Slappery should try to get his face Then I'll drag her off to my room Forearm around the neck, pick the bitch up Power bomb around the bed And I've more niggas round her than a mic on a grind set This place is in leads that you can't go Or find yourself jumped in leads like your car broke Because if I take him and clap With his AK chop around The impact will probably bring a chopper down Line him up, I'll knock him down BAM! You're in a place to murder now So when the feds come around, don't make a fucking sound I'll drill around, he'll hear the sound HADADADADADADADAM He'll hear the sound I'll shoot him in the shoulder just to see him spin around It's been 12 foot since he was aged 8 It's gay braids And you'll get a fucking grazed face With 8 blades, fuck it Listen, you got your hands on your sides I was banging your wife and I shagged her tonight Now it's early times I burn the high and burn the early pearl When it's fucking with a burning knife I stab it through you Yo, you haven't got good bars Your mother is from the hood dog She's there, she sits behind bars shooting crack Yo, stop moving back You've got Bruce Lee's pumps on Come from Yo, he'd be fair to me He'd be trying other people's parents Trying to change a prayer's nappy, fuck it Listen, he's got He's got spastic haircut Once this man gets hered up I stab his bird in the eye I use it against this rib cage I'm in a 6 stage of light I'm insane I nearly flopped but I drink beers a lot Your mother on the head till I hear a cough With a cricket bat on the end Your mother is a fat and she isn't even into men She's into other women Your mother's pilling Yo, what's he pilling with? I leave you with broke ribs You smoke dick Listen, I drowned him in a thousand molecules Don't know how it's possible Yo, you've got a thousand fossil fuels under your Fish hanging Yo Stop doing drugs and get out Pedro, you should be like Fuck hip hop You should be like Fuck hip hop Cause you look so much more at home in the techno rave That's cool Cause if there's ever war in the techs on blaze He'll see a stick glow in the dark like a techno rave You can't just start swinging This defence best get raised With your swinging like people in techno rave Jabs, uppercuts, bear hooks on blaze He'll get a beating quicker than the music up in techno rave Shall I carry on? Yeah So go ahead with your bullshit cause peace not phase So any funny business up in this place will see arms get raised like a techno rave You're known to always go on back But I'm sure you're that guy that got banned from dog float for robbing a woman's ambush You're selling twat, you got slapped by the bouts who are made to give it back I'm just like, why did you do it bro? My only explanation is cocaine is one hell of a drug And to see a Persian blow in the crowd lurking low like he's taking a third of coke just not to keep your eyes open and your purse is closed So with that being said just to finish up this verse and put him in a hearse Petro's policy reverse He's not banger unless Mickey's at the first There's more bottles, yeah I can only remember that one of them Listen fam, yeah? Your chick be harassing Timberland on Instagram Never popping Yo, you've got several tone in your body and I'm never stopping Alright, fuck it Fuck it though, your mum's a hoe I punch your soul out of your body I doubt that I'm sorry I'm not even dry I've got one that's got bars as tight as me I fight a Chinese person when it's 9 to 3 The rocket You've got your glasses on the side of your pocket I don't care if your wife ain't on it because I'll be giving her the knob Yo, he said I have Mickey's sloppy seconds Well You're never popping weapons Your mother is a fucking menace And you are a fucking Pussy Yeah I get it back, I swing the fucking leather axe at your mum until I sever her back Flocks, you're my beard has grown since this battle Your bun rocks, your mum will get took away in a dump truck You fucked up, I've got snooker bulls in socks You think that you're raw I leave you drinking through a straw And your mother has got my bull sperm in a collection jar My whack bars Your mother will get a slapped ass I go into the room through the backyard And then I fucking kick him in the face And I rap hard Time, it's nearly time Yo, yo, yo I don't fear this guy He might be fucking nearly as high as the ceiling But I'm still beating when I spit around Listen fam, stop holding your drink in the egg Timbaland Yo, yo, he tried to tap me This guy tried to slap me I slice him half again and I get his wifey inside the nappy and I fuck up Fuck Listen, fuck it You said your girlfriend was on holiday on the beach or some shit Your mum will get punched in a son's lip And break your wife's jaw