 I spit the darkest Y'all want to know how much of a bitch that Arcus I just started my round with I spit the darkest and I'm still gonna win regardless Yo, what's good? It's a boy. I don't know we're back here. Don't fucking day We're here secret location waterloo London. I kind of gave away the occasion location a little bit I just said what lose you know exactly where we are But we're here. We're next to the 10 shots to everybody for coming out support You know checkpoint day number three actually night one was a bit of a flop number two Day three so far has been amazing thanks to everybody My clients you know the score all right, but I'm a one of four of the day secret training day shit invite only on my right hand side We're crazy man, but I'm a two. Let's go Try out fucking hilarious. It's from Liverpool last month to me. She watched that and making his return on my left hand side We have conquer be made some noise Cool Chose off camera crazy one of the first round number one on my man Yo, I didn't have to muster up any fake aggression or hatred for this battle because I genuinely think you're a massive cunt Anyone say you're winning this battle is about as fathomable as woody shagging buzz Yo, you look like you don't bath enough and smoke bags of board sprayed with glass and wood Probably have a fucking shit stand enough That's bangers fuck. I've had enough. I mean I brought up in your gaff and cuss Ballyed up. Yo take your little brother under me wing and make your nansum lunch Checked out your music though. It was banging, bro. He's got a video on YouTube called bars in a car That's classic stuff, but seriously though nobody's seen this lap for months Yeah, I was kind of hoping somebody had stabbed them up Yeah, I can come with the next scheme about our this rank we and has wet dreams about Fred West sex scenes But it's a far more pressing issue a hand like when did Seth Green become a crystal meth fiend? So Chris Griffin shit's bitten He's not the hardest see me slice it up a man like I'm dr. Hartman if it's battles or its tracks I'm sounding boss regardless. So fuck this little fairy Connor Hawkins catches a glimpse of himself in the middle and his knobs enlarging Well, you don't thought I was dead or that I joined ISIS I Was just chilling on the beach with a white bitch I Just took time off to focus on drinking and acid taking in the third round I'll explain to you what happened, but I'm trying out again So I'm quick to attack this pagan because rightfully so they shifted me back to basics But when I first saw that they sent me up with craze I thought he's returning battle and they let me I'm amazed but then I double check the fucking spelling of his name There was no why and I didn't know why Turns out the craze was fucking him the whole time So when it's got confirmed I've never seen the display of his keys on the stage the only thing that gave me was a name But last year I'll Rick crechendo in half. So I already knew that I'd leave me with craze But then your flash came out and I saw you made some changes to your name now It's crazy man. So crazy spells crazy with a cane Maybe he's a murderer maybe he's insane. Maybe I'll have done to Facebook and found your lady on your page Yeah, that's right Sarah Jane Riley. Oh, she's scary mate. Blimey She makes live winter and DK look like Mary Kate and Ashley Her figure comes from months and months of fairy cake and pasties You leave general regions bleeding. What kind of scary claim was that she just think of the fucking state of poor old Sarah's made you bad grease You look like you should host a show called bears behaving badly But instead you're in a torture scene from cabin in the woods I'll play your game and that content that you're wrapping to me should just be appearance space But really mate, let's have a little look Apparently his haircut helps with balancing his books. I heard top man are calling it the casual wizard look You look like you pop some ease and smoke a massive spliff of kush Then wake up with amnesia cash and rectal damage in a bush Time Yo crazy man's a mania. I'll stab this rage and fag with a fucking blade of grass Yo, you need to start making tracks before I go sick and start making your face all mashed You know, we think he's a gangster because he loves breaking bad than one of his mates has got amazing He's got one of his mates who's black Oh one of the mates who's black yo Yo now won't be long I'm about to smoke this mom. Just let me talk this bomb and finish playing Pokemon Yo, I creep with the sick technique always attack a rhythm it makes sense like Brooks going back to prison She conquered me he's got the bars But he likes to vision bounce around the game inside the state of some nebulism I have to kill him with the smelly fucking rap on Brig and make a fishy funny feeling Faggots spitting Gaddy sniffing blag of ill until he's family miss him and his stashes missing and bang his missus with a gang of fucking apple pickers I'll put your mind in a box and tell her happy Christmas It's like your sisters with an extra massive bag of kippers I can't see how anybody's standing after this shit. You best to grab the nearest kitchen knife and stab me with it But I'll come back and spit it I use it as my gimmick to drop a nasty lyric finally gets a smasher in it Your dead flow is not going to do a lot of damage. Is it but it's all good carry on You sound exactly like a scous vocab which is ironic because vocabularies what scous bloke's lack I fucking hate it when you're rapping man. That accent's retarded. I can never trust a man that can run cactus with bastard You sound like calcium kid after hitting calcium puberty now I'm back again to turn you to a calcium carcass The crazy man's the next big thing though, please. Yeah, he's confident, but I don't think this gimp knows me I'm a Grove Street. Oh, gee big smoke steed spot guns pressing R1 with no cheese Just come at Kimbo speeds having dropping back quicker than a Diplo beat You're a nice guy. Why'd you bother with that sleazy gimmick rapping about rape? But we all know you ain't the geese to fit it. He always sees the bright side So he seems to miss the deeper image her poor walker died and said at least he missed the speeding ticket Yes conquer playing John wrote with that line you shouldn't cross but I'm such a cheeky chappy That I slightly pull it off and we're battling for free We didn't write this to the Dosh and ask is you and I both make our money slicing wooden logs. Yeah Lumberjack bars Lumberjack bars like a log cabin weather spoons ever wonder why the shit he's telling you Long cabin weather spoons ever wonder why the shit he's telling you is never new all your bars are studied with the stars He yes, the year. What's the oceans 11 crew to the books from expendables now? I'm in the driver's seat. I set the pace the second I accelerate and elevate it till the cerebellum in your melon breaks But moving up tears you're ascending straight to heaven's gate because when you try and take charge of a profit You've got a pregnant face And that's why your girlfriend's really on it mate and despite her podgy shape I heard that her blood drops are great. So while you're out on the other day, she's coming round constiplay I'm getting in that box behind your back. She calls me solid snake Your mom's sock my dick then thank me for it But then I told her she won't welcome for the crap performance A bit of sticks of dominoes and Captain Morgan's and I Fucking stab you made that I'm masturbating you passed the bait Laughing as this flag it has a taste Yo, if there was a direct correlation between available ability and cracking take you my friend will be laughing me But there's not you're about as likable as Islamic state I bet you acid taking shaggy mates. You massive flake Yo, but I'm on that stealth mode shit like creeping up. He's on the sofa Something's tap tap tapping on Conker shoulder. Some are knocking at the door, but it's not a Jehovah. I'm poppin Yo, yeah, I'll say it again I Want that stealth mode shit like creeping up while he's on the sofa something's tap tap tapping on Conker shoulder Some are knocking at the door, but it's not a Jehovah. I'm popping up in any time. That's dodgy toaster No, I've got them borderline bad bars. He's not amused because I pushed all in with pocket twos just to distract you while I rob your shoes Conker thinks he's a proper musician. I have my man sick on the drum says at least that's what his mom says But if that don't gather more than two brain cells to rub together, she's probably fucking catch fire and they drop dead Yeah, when I'm fully aware that that makes very little sense Yo, but I'm on that short plek prep flex. What the fuck did expect? Yo, but I still smash beats and leave tracks beat like athletes Did anybody else see he's mad driving that tractor up the mountain by last week? Oh, obviously not Right I think I owe you all apologies. So let's begin I'll try and get myself out of this whole my actions left me in First off, I'm sorry to the staff for disrespecting them and the battalors and fans that I fucked off like it was anything When I tried to write for battles, I could barely find the time to start. I lost my home I left my job me and my son lived miles apart So I let motivation and I couldn't bear to take my peers I went off the rails because I was too pussy to face my fears I ain't been sober much almost reveled in the mess I made out of sight out of mind It was an empty faded mental state. So after this feel free to come call me a massive twat But now my real life sorted out. I'm hoping that you'll have me back That might not be enough But I enroached it in that way before come ask me I'll explain it more but back to what I came in for Because I'm back in the ring and I'm rapping to winning. You're gonna give me what I asked for Yeah back in this speech doing antics and flips to get to a better level like parkour Crazy's writing ain't exciting. He takes the lowest lane like Clark's Brawl But I kick him while he's down here Kick him while he's down with him hitting with precision in the middle of a round Like a dartboard because in bar brawls I'm hardcore This dart falls so hard more than Darth Maul in Star Wars This is half torture, half board But I come back round to smash this like fuck am I out of practice He'll go home wishing that a no-show get in slow-mo vision when the hound attacks him I'll turn his counts of madness And turn the body in the ground to ashes When I'm giving promo to this no-flow homo vocab With a scouser accent bro fuck him I'm above him I'm unhinged when I'm punching He's Ashton Kutcher A shit replacement but a better man went on a drug binge You're nothing You're nothing But an easy way for me to make amends I burnt a bridge and murking him will clear the way again But now I'm back for good I won't stop till I reach the main event But I'm dumping out and boarding you greasy waste of breath Fuck off Hey Until the cops come then it's them Wait a second ago it was we