 Don't flop, Christmas card, tis the season to be jolly. Thanks for coming up right now. It's a bit of a change up from the usual. It's a compliments battle. And to the left I'm going to introduce, we've got Frankie Frazier. Friend, we've got Danny Jack. Oh yeah. All right, so who's going first? All right, cool. So first round on Frankie Frazier. Let's go. All right, look who it is. It's Danny Jack. He thinks his name's the saviour. He thinks, no, that's a fact. I'll tell you something that's been breaking my heart. And maybe you'll laugh, but you never choked that day in the park. You gave him a chance. Greatest freestyler in this written league hill. You're the greatest writer in the freaking league as well. The only battler on earth I haven't wrote for. And do you know why that is? Because you didn't need the help. He's known for stuff. Behind the scenes, though, is Hush. I mean, he turned down URL for Maple Falls. But who needs loaded lucks? He turned down URL for Maple Falls. But who needs loaded lucks? He battled deep throat the fuck, and he got 100K views in reloads and lugs. So if you need a new bone marrow, I'm saving your life. There's no way you can die. Make you the guy. You never stray from the light, and he'll save your chick and your chick on the way to a fight. I'm not going to try and wild a room. You're actually this greatest. My honour I can spit around the crowd kaboo. I'm only here to be a part of your next 100,000 views. I'm nice as fuck, but when I'm standing near you, I'm a right cunt. Make me seem up my nicest, mad abusive, and blind drunk. You've got bars that define thug. Chiller Jones should have battled you up right club, and Ergot is hiding in the bushes bar from watching you do skanks in night clubs. Plus he's so nice, he got asked to do King of the Ronalds and said yes happily. Then he went to Poet Warfare, he hosted an event casually. You get your bread stack in G, yes, family. He's only ever broken up, told because he gives his money to the best charities on breast cancer week. Who's the best? Danny D. U. So from embryo seed to the stages, he's a West Coast G just like Dre is. He's a vet goat seasoned amazing. He gets respect, votes cheese, he's the greatest. And who else remembers when our champ Soul is it? That trench coat scheme you created. And he's got that cool as ice water flow. But to keep it 100 degrees, he'll talk or scorch my boat. There's something you ought to know. I'm the millhouse to his bar, that's a damn fact. He was a car, he'd be a Ferrari, I'd be a hatchback. What do you boys do? Frank and Dean been down since the rap pack. One, two, three. The legacy you got, I want a piece of the pie, but we're brothers, so I guess you'll treat me just right. I mean, I get honeys, birds and bees, because I'm flyer, but you make me seem sneaky and shy and you've introduced me to more chicks in the night than I see in my life. She don't know how Dean is. He'll give your bitch that wild penis, have her in a shower. You don't know how Dean is. He'll give your bitch that wild penis, have her in a shower sequence in a towel, clean as Val Venus. Our straight support is game, because he's way more than Drake. If he has to tell a chick, why are you doing this? I'll assist, you could say Fraser forced to save. Fuck you pricks. Crowds like, who are you bluffing? You're lucky to be in the room with dude bugging. So calling you Drake isn't doing you justice. Jesus fucking Christ, what up? That's a more suitable stuff. This is not our mate, you aren't Drake. You're Yahweh. And when Getz was ghetto, when Getz was ghetto, king of the grime scene was in reach. That's because his ghetto gospel was the teachings of Dean. Do you know what else he taught him? Freedom of speech. Ah, wallet. Can't freedom of speech. Ah, so yeah, if this was a real battle, he could wash his hands of me like a sanitizer. Shit, he could battle moot the same day. I'd merely be the appetizer, complimenting someone who's greater. It's going to show me to be the average writer, and in a scrapple fighter's jab is nicer or he'll use the hawk like Aaron Pryor. Shit, in a real match I pay the penalty like the match decider, because I'm a cheap knock-off of this Dean hotshot. I'm the Frankie Friar to his Danny Dyer. Oh, shit. All right, so fuck it, he's that guy. We all know when they say, who's that guy, it's that guy. Look at it, lucky bitch. That guy, that guy, tall, chiseled, black guy. Not me, fat, white, frank, right? No, no, no, we're dead, that shit. And where is he? Yeah, you listen. Sleepy, didn't mind your bars. Recite your bars. You got lost in your rides and tried not to just cry and he kept in time with parts, but everyone here, who blames him? Sorry, what was he saying? Oh, my bad, he stole my round. I guess I got sidetracked. By the way, you got an eyelash, you should wipe that. So fuck it anyway. Me and him are part of a team called Lightwork. But in real life, me and him are boys behind this shit. So everything I said about you, fam, maybe the tip of the iceberg. Thank you. Everybody put your hands together for Frankie Frazier. I'll observe that after every rat you say, bruv. The goat, greatest of all time, I won't lie to you. That's a turn that's given to all men, like a non-faithful wife would do. But to me, Frazier, that turn being a cliché just doesn't apply to you. I can't keep up with the lines you use. Like, a frankincense line made me lose my mind. Because frank and sense is frankincense when the two's combined. Frank is dope. You in line for greatest dude alive, it's Guantanamo. Because you will die if this human writes. His writing ability is no secret. It's known in the town. If I listed off all the names, you'd understand how dope that is sounds. He said he's scared he can't compete. I had to go sit him down. Not for motivation, man. He had to write both of our rounds. I mean, bar after bar, you can't stop him. Get behind bars with this brick and this action like Brunson in speaking of action. So let's dead this battle talk. Because you really know the man's great. But writing everybody's rounds ain't the only time we see his hands. They come in, Frank Frazier's mad, mate. The right hand will sleep you on your feet like Atkinson in rap race. Or you'll have you screaming for Jesus with a fat blade like Pat Tate. Don't fuck with Frankie Frazier. Because you'll fall and hit the deck. That's an angry skater. Top baller. Always stacking bread. That's a sandwich maker. Calm guy with a hard bite. That's Harry Baker. I'm going to tell you a story that is 100% fax. This is all true, yeah? So me and Frazier are in a rave in the show of skanking. Tunes banging. Couple of bitches walked over like, who's that? The dude, Frank, move back. You average, right, mad? Because who am I to stand in between them in that huge package? If you think that shit's gay, then understand, Frank's one side, you're bootgagging, but I digress. A couple dudes see this, got dudes angered. Yeah, fucks sake, got dudes angered. DJ cut the music. I was thinking, ooh, action. Frank looked at him. You know what he did? Dudes slapped him. Down his face into two fractions. His crew backed him and threw hands at Frank, but he drew for that real steel, like Hugh Jackman. I'm talking two handguns. You let the tools clap him. The bullets had him moving like this. The shit looked like sugar, right? And he just bopped out after dropping like 10 man. Someone else told Jitsu to fuck off. This is a real fucking set, man. Because you nice with the firearms and you need no weapons training. I see him, let him ring on a dude's head. I asked why, he said, Heaven's waiting. He strapped under his chin. He watched the bullet rises. It was penetrating and popped his top and sprayed the crowd like the boy was celebrating. Fuck out of here. He's a fucking boss. You know, to buck the block, he'll load the rifle and pull that shit back like he's touching cloth. So I don't draw for arms or his violence. Caps in your boat like Somalian pirates. Somalians, bro. So I'm gonna say it again, man. Someone told Jitsu to fuck off. This is a real fucking skank, man. But don't let the skank get in the way of your potential. So I've got such high hopes for Fraser's future. If someone tried to aim and shoot you, I'd catch that bullet like Ace Ventura. Do you think I've come to play, fam? It's like I told H, man. If someone tries to fuck you over, I'll throw hands like Ray, man. I'll throw hands like Ray, man. Oh, fuck's sake. I'll throw hands like Ray, man, because I'll give all my money and possessions to Frank. I'll give you all my money and possessions, and you wouldn't have to thank me. The only reason my girl has my plus one is because I couldn't give it to Frankie. Speaking of which... You are not Frank. You will never... You will never see you on the same level as Frank. You know what Ryan's with? I should have given my free entry to Frank. I think you should be giving it back. And I'm sorry if these bars are hurting you. And I appreciate all the work you do, but Frank just does things that no girl can do, like come on with mollies for, I don't know, I prefer him to you. No one comes between Fraser and I. If my girl fell into labour and a baby's mind well, sorry, I'm watching Frankie versus JB for the 18 tyre. And if someone came to my yard and pulled that weapon out where it looks like I'm catching a fucking knife to the neck, like missing that second round. And another thing, some burn too marked the birth of Sleepy Jack. But afterwards people told me go your own way like Fleetwood Mac, they told me to drop Jane and ask your team with Frank. And I was like, you know what, I agree with that. Because, you know, outside of battle, he's my brother, but in battling, I ain't got time for the kid. Because I know if we teamed up, we wouldn't mime all our shit. Now this next set up has nothing to do with the punchline. I'm not Frankie's only friend. Him and Shuffle are the best of buds. And when they roll together, them two are a pair of fucking thugs. But if you take the T out of thug, all you're left with is... We ain't worried about that. Just a lot. M&M, this is the birth of the antichrist. End of days. King of the runnels. Don't flop. You've been jumping shit like you're trying to emigrate, but you should stick to one side like Celatate.