 Hey, what's going on? It's your boy Don't Flop all fucking day. You know the score. We're here at Wrapping It Park 2015, third annual year. Please make some fucking noise. We're here. Make sure you log on on the app Don't Flop on the Twitter, app Don't Flop on Instagram. You can follow him on the score. We're going to get into one of the main channel battles of the day. We've got three rounds, five judges on the panel. Let's get this done. MC on my right hand side. You're swimming back on Amsterdam. Now he's here back in London. My man Jay Red makes some noise. Yes, MC on my left hand side. Third appearance in Don't Flop. We've got my man Ren DMC. He makes some noise. All right, we chose off camera. It's going to be Jay Red, round number one. Let's go. Yo, I'm Jay Red. I'm the guy that will take your bitch and make on my bitch. And after I've made on my bitch, I'll come back around and take your side chick. Then I'll have both of them ride my dick course. We'll give you a second to cry quick. Then I'll have you stand on the sideline looking lonely like some Friday. Well, I make them spasm, orgasm, flipping her eyelids. And when I finish, they're both winning testicular prizes. Now I heard some rumours about you, Ren. That made me believe that you have to live in a crisis. Because I heard that every weekend you dress up as Brittany from White Chicks. And I also heard that one of your sisters is Isis. So naturally you get nervous whenever you have to wave and say Isis because you don't want her to wave back and set off any explosive devices. Now I could just look at you and pick out anything like, oh my god, then fingers are so long. How'd you even manage to hold your gat and your revolver? You could be sitting at home on Facebook. You don't even have to poke girls. You could just tap them on the shoulder. I mean, you could have a long distance relationship. I mean, you could have a long distance relationship be sitting at your yard and still manage to have your arm over the back of a fucking sofa. Now people ask me why I was casting spells mid-battle. What the reason is, because when I was at home, and I said Wingardian Liviosa, I don't know if it was magic or not, but there's a spark from the fucking toaster. Your bar's a shit and you have nothing. Apart from that you're a joker, but you're irrelevant. I'll take you out the car to let this is poker time. All right, round one, Ren DMC, this way, man. Let's go, Ren. First things first, love the red, bruv. Looks like he's auditioning to be a tomato ketchup. Just like that, he'll never ask. He looks like he was doing a photoshop with a double-decker boss. My last, previously, I don't flop anywhere. My last battle with JB was short and simple. I merked him, his girl left him, now he's just short and single. And now he will never get a pay-per-view and blames her for coming with him. Like, she made them lose. Then I battled him up and monkey said he hates my tunes. Clowns my songs because they only had 18 views. Well, thanks to dude, they've skyrocketed to 19. But they thought I come with jokes today, but jokes aside, I can't part of this guy because he's dope with rams. See, I've got no crowd reaction because I told the lie. How do you fuck your hair and fuck the squad that you're jamming with? Fuck your engineer, fuck the studio you're rapping in. You're like Big Pun, Big L, Biggie Smalls and pecking them. Just another dead MC will never see rap again. He tried to become an FBI agent, the motherfucker, with a blanket on his head like, shh, I'm undercover. We've got this first criminal. Like, I've got you, you can't hide away. What's this in your pockets, drugs? You trying to get hired today? What's this down there, a pistol? It's very hard, might I say. Oh, this ain't a gun. Sorry, mate, my mistake. Even though he knows that was kind of gay, he was like, right, let me try again. With those type of antics, it's clear you're a faggot. With a gun in your hand, it's clear you will panic. He's the type of guy to buy your cigarette box, see the smoke and kill sign, get scared and drop the packet. And it's a shame you didn't wear a hat today. And I had to wear mine. Now I can do my really good bars about your hairline. Shame on the barber that gave you the trim. It's so bad he usually wears a hat for everything. How when he goes to sleep, how when he goes gym, but he even wears a helmet when he goes swim. And you drink liquor in the day, speed it up. I said you lick a dick a day. And I know they came to hair DMC. I know they came here to hair land, but I'm going to fuck this up for no reason, like your barber did with your hair. I'm J-Red second to none. If I'm not in bed with your mum, I'll get your girlfriend to make me a Pepsi and rum while I'm petting her bum. She's got, she's got Kim Kardashian's ass, but looks 71 and her leg is a stump. The first thing she said to me is she'll do anything once. So I tried to blag it. I told her that I got 10 inch of junk. Told her it'd be like trying to ride on a fucking elephant's trunk. She called my bluff and she pounced. I tried to tell her I'm done. She said, come here, I want to do some shit that's never been done. I said, fuck that, get the fuck back in your kennel, you cunt. She said, come here, I want to do some shit that's never been done. I said, fuck that, get the fuck back in your kennel, you cunt. Cause you look like you've eaten heather from a stender's for lunch. Now let me switch it up and tell you why this breader is dumb. Cause he went and stole his name off a river and run. Like nobody would have noticed that's one hell of a stunt. You might as well have tried to say that you're the president's son. But see, Ren DMC, he's a likable kid, but the one thing that strikes me is this. Is if it's beef in his mind, he'd pick up a nine and ride to a crib, when in reality, he'd probably just go online and dislike all your vids. Time, he's coming, round two. Now I'm going to start hating his guts, saying I'm the president's son. Stop making shit up. Listen, I knew he'll say them predictable bars, but maybe it's luck. Either way, middle for you, you're creative as fuck. But don't be mad at me, see your barb as the enemy, saying sorry to him. I can't shape the shit up. Can't palm me off, why? Cause your whole team's off. Tap to lose the FIFA and then turn the TV screen off. I'm like, dinner's ready, Jay. He's like, shut the fuck up, dumb bitch. Can't you see I'm peed off? When you battle lunacy and I was like, who would see your truMC? No, just the character with goofy teeth. Heard a couple of mom jokes. I was like, fuck, no, wait. On second post, that was Bloodstroke. Fuck. You did bounce more, Alex, though. You did an amazing job with your boys behind, like NSYNC meets Blazing Squad. That's why you can't test me at all. And don't bring your girl to an MC battle, cause she is a slut having sex for weeks. And you'll say you're the one with the STD, who you'll knew she was dirty. You'll ask her to slow down like you're itchy and scratchy, like Bart's favorite program. And I bet he stamps on the ground to scare pigeons away. Like, I'm a bad man, look, they're giving me space. Look, don't seem close some fuck, cause you've got middle fingers in your pics with a ridiculous face. I heard your track called Snitch. All that shit's pathetic, he said middle finger to the feds, I got a finger fetish. I bet he wanks after the Charlie bit me video. Really, though. And you roll with 20 men and only two blonde women. If you love to be around men, you should have gone prison. I mean what's wrong with him? I like to drop the flows. See, he like to drop the salt. Fuck it, your turn, G. Your turn to burn, G. Your girl wears a cane mask, so we call her Bernice. She left you itchy and scratchy, so you took her purse and now you are rolling around with her peas if you don't get it, then forget. Thanks. See, Randy and C, he came from a big fanny. Cause see his mom, she was a bit slaggy. Well, more than a bit slaggy, potentially six daddies. I got lost in that fanny like a 10s in a big baggie. And your girl's got pencil brows. Two big fat triangles stenciled out. Every time she uploads a selfie to Facebook, the ugly bitch's face gets censored out. He's talking like he holds weight as he's dumb. He probably thinks eighth is just the date of the month. If his mate asked him if he could hold a package, then he probably think he's going to get raped in a bum. I ain't got a lie, my supplies are good. If somebody needs something, red's riding hood. Sometimes I say mad shit, alright, but look, I did a drop, dropped me on my head, she said I was pushed. But now I'm actually back in the city where it happened to start for rapping at park. You ain't sick and you having a laugh, you ain't no old shade, you ain't took no crap and a shock. Sometimes I quickly switch and I get savage and dark like a backstabbing backpacker in the back of your car. And I got the hardest compartments of artists. Rather than be large on my target, I blast it. Hardly to start and I've mastered enhancements. Crafty I'm laughing and passing this bastard. Partying hard on a path to disaster. Charming the bras off it's hard but I can't stop. I'll be just calmly this way to my heart stops. Body and victims laughing my arse off. I won't stop till I see more bodies than an undertaker. Or till I'm chilling in my yard where the garden is a hundred acre. So just chill, kick back, watch me double up the fucking wager while a man like you's staring at my chips like some hungry waiter. Final round. Lyricilly, I will slaughter any blood. J-Redd, you need some more water for that choke. You're gonna love this one. You ain't got no guns to be aiming at me. You're like Snoop Dogg with the first two letters changed to a P. I've heard that there. I'm like everybody cheer because this brother right here is clearly spitter of the year. I ain't saying he's whack now. All I'm saying is check his lyrics. I mean everybody want to try and rap now. Even McDonald's got an MC in it. If it ain't for you, you got no lyricism. You get clowned and you can't take criticism. So you're a sore loser that is heading down a bad path writing on your YouTube vids like, Sorry for my bad bars. And I know you're a bit mad at me but being mad at yourself, you lost to Big Daddy Bleach. And he's like, yeah, I did lose to him. So what? You lost to a guy that does rounds like a robot. I'll decide for all your lyrics with my mind or in the spirit, then I'll climb up in your kitchen then I'll kindly do your dishes. I'll bake a cake for you because my timing is the quickest before it's time to wake your wishes. And last round, listen, your little brother is a groupie. At 21, he'll get jumped in the street like a movie. And I know you told the Lord the lies. And I know you told the Lord the lies. So now is exposure time. True story. He was in a party with eight men. Bro, they were all gay men. He was in the right place then. He was like, thank God, amen. Then a big guy walked in. He was like, which ones Jay read? Jay was like, that's not me. My name's Jeff. So what? I killed Jay read. Killed JB. What's next, don't flop. Jay harsh, Jay Z. Jay Dylan, big Jay, Jay Brown. I ain't even got time for this clown. I know they came to hear DMC. I know they came to Hairlines, but I'm gonna fuck this up for no reason like yo. Press one, Camel of Children. Wicked about, really good about, uh, Randy M. Yo, eight of Angus. You know what, first thing, I want to say, sick battle in a park. They're not represented. Both of them went hard. You felt the trust, the encouragement, the loyalty, the satisfaction, yeah? But listen, I have to give it to my daughter-in-law left. Killed her. Yo, what's good? Cracker, that was such a sick battle. Actually, really, really fucked up his battle. Aged every round for Randy M. Very, very good battle. Very funny. I thought it was hilarious, but, um, Randy M. Yo, we're back here. Don't float rapping in park 2015. Pernod on my battle of day, my man, Reng, head up against Jay Redd. They were both out of fucking dope, but picking up another win is my man, Reng. Make some noise. In his battle with Raptor, this motherfucker legitimately said, you think he can walk all over me like I am the float? With bars like that, mate, you can't knock me like I'm a door.