 Yo, yo, yo, it's Adam McCuff, we back in the place, we're on the internet, we made an album, we made an actual album, so this is an advert for the album, and you're about to get manipulated. This is Donutflop.com, the UK's best rap battle, you know what's going on right about now, this is hashtag sunburn2, make sure you tweet us all your opinions on this event, we're here with the fourth battle of day, number one of the event, straight into the clash, you know the score, please make sure you join the Facebook group, that's called ViewpointDF, and leave all your comments on this battle, alright, MC on my right hand side, fucking killed it Donutflop for years, my man Adam the Rapper, make some noise outside from Wolves, had one of the craziest UK performances we ever see right here in this spot, my man Double L, make sure you join the three rounds, point of my shit, it's going to be on Adam round number one, let's go, crack me, look what I done, some scrubby pungent slovenly clumsy on a beat like Mr. Bump wanna be runty, dumpy as a dumpling dick quad, Humpty Dumpty on a rumbin' softens, but I run crumpets, clunky dumb mother snuffling, numpty, lovely, your name's Double L, so that's all, I tried there on all rhymes, all, it's the utterance of companies a weird face, your name is basically the sign of Mr. Bean Makes, you suck G, you chat poop like your mouth got the runs, me a running man in my hat, blah, pads on the hammer man, you can't touch me, you might be quick here, but I yawn when you're on, you're abhorrent as it's like Grand Prix, but he's terrifying when his rage unleashed, nose and balls, killers, packs hungry, don't wanna see L getting punchy, I pee my pants if he says he'll punch me, but if he giggles at something, puppies can't run in, highest voice in the game is Chon Lee, whoo, highest voice in the game is Chon Lee, this is not so good for me, highest voice in the game is Chon Lee, oh you can't son me, highest voice in the game is Chon Lee, oh man, fuck it, alright, double L, does not go down on women, that's such a sad old stereotype, what else don't you do, you're so desperate to conform, it actually makes me sad for you, you get ahead though, right, no selfish type, no adventure inside Lucas's bed at night, got PG, F8, 10 mined, lingerie side-buped, then back to the guys to brag about the shagging and bellish with lies, we get the picture, Lucas will dig you down but he won't try and lick you, and left the console his rap image filter, when met with request for anything kinkier, the missionary position after a bit of a finger, let me get your incubator that might cut a little hole in your insulation, you ain't a Don Juan, a Don Juan, star bed innovator still, sex is like ice cream, so next time you might be remembered that vanilla is the city's flavour, you're actually bait, yeah, the worst opponent I've faced since Carlos, I've got an album to promote to you, the Mark Dobbs, your face advertising space, I ain't paying for that isquilla advertising tip, so the man told him he's getting barred off, barred off, my bars better than your bars, your bars soft, my bars are magical, Arabic palaces, that's some old books, your bars are empty Carlos, my bars, my bars are the T-1004, John Connor melted down in a lava fountain and your bars are broken spark plugs, my bars are chopper chopping reed, your bars are naval bar toss, my bars are unwrapping up, BMX at Hanukkah, your bars are box of bar sauce, time. I know your game, Ad, but as soon as I stepped in the frame, it was going to be too tragic, I chalked it out, I came to break him up, what I'm saying is you've had it, because what I bring to the table, rest assured I've got him in my pocket, it's fucked for you, Adam, I told her, I'm rocket running, just give me the cue, I do damage. The kids fucked, fans of his can keep this shot, because he is in the game about six, but now he don't get in the ring much, just because he's sporting that throw, don't think he won't suffer from ring rust. He's hard, that's the talk, see, but the talk's cheap, I mean of course he performed clean, he only getting the ring once a year, and now you want to warn me, I need punching above his weight, that only work if you're Mayweather, not if you're oddly, I know you're gay, Ad, got the image of a nice guy running, tell her, up or cut him and have him looking like a cyclone, spot him, I don't know, what a hype for this guy, so buzzing, and you think he the man, well, I guess I know nothing, because people say, people say you're going to break down my style, but you ain't going to break down nothing, I mean, what's different about what you're going to say now, brother, you're going to be sarcastic and make out that I ain't so gutter, but I ain't sure that I've got this breakdown covered, because it's always punk, because it's always punk like this, the one I make out like I ain't never done my shift, like I ain't never slung white bits or run my shit, but blood I've been through walls and I've got cut like this, blocked my face one time, but then I still jot my wrist, blood, you be fucked if I swung my fist, I've been in so many scraps that I'm surprised I still look like this. 16 and 16, I wasn't no picnic, sneezing on the digits, had to move it to the width fiends, I was trying to lift me, I was moving risky, if it's beef, this piece turning, it can mix me, but I had to switch it up swiftly, because I was selling them rocks and I had a feeling the police were going to sting me, rocks and police, sting stay with me, that's real shit, but everybody's soldiers now, but they're your bogus clowns, they're trying to make shit up, I've been trying to tone it down, but just remember, when they start running in his mouth, he talking about shit that he knows nothing about, but fuck him, I had a miniature to double, he think that they can't go on a scuffle, nah, teeth get hit in with my local, you can eat that shit, like Stifler with a truffle. He a nice guy, since when the battle rap get lovely, anybody that our battle was going to get savage, he's just a crash test dummy, I'm a nasty cunt, you're a damp wet pussy, DMX pity, Andrex puppy. Your mouth talks like it's got bullshit on tap, look like what, twat, Craig Charles when he was still on crack, you suck on a beat and you suck a cappella, Lucy can't leave the blue cheese alone before a clash, that's why he's a arch bar forgetter, I leave your head spinning like I'm a whole fair sector, son you like you're sitting in a deck chair, fuck this, son you like you're sitting in a deck chair, you suck inside the arse spinning round the centre, it's a given, I've watched you get schooled so many times when this issue is getting written, I was an austere inspector, I'm gonna bring the race tipping, but not in the way that you're thinking, because again, you brought that blacker than I is snidest, you came in with that shadism, that's old school plantation thinking where the field slaves were darker because the sun rated them and the house slaves were favourites, spent days in the kitchen and as a result had the light and shade of face pigment, now slavery's finished but mate is slipping shows that some focus still slaves to that old slave racism, now I don't care if you meant it, when you rap racist, homophobic misogynistication, a battle that I choose actively manifested, so if it's a drusting that you dropped in because you suck and had no other options or it's actually where your politic is and it makes your heart swell big and proud of some oxen, I don't give a shit, you're my target, I'm locked in, pen game top, barrel up and it's popping, because if you ain't working against that stuff, bruv, you are part of the problem. Back to the more important matter of battle rap politics, I loved it when you called that E&D, front of stage, hungry face, ignoring Chris Lees, giving it a big and so eagerly, like I'm a deep MC, well I'm a deep MC, skirmish was behind you standing, shoulder tap, you clocked him, weighed up your option, softening, you switch so easily, like you're my don't need it, bruv, I'm worth Mr. 14 and popped up too, then Tony D and locksmith, like what's up dude, actually applauded, I hung on my sofa and it spilt my Horlicks, the battle vibes, but when the aggressions actualized, the wolves are down on your fortress, your color fades like you're jaundice and your whole bar went to itch like your shortage, you switched up your step like you were doing the salsa, you switched up your step like you were doing the salsa, feeling the heat like Sri Lankan beaches, when submissive like a pod running into a panther, I wonder why when else such a right hookmaster conclusion is BS when he ain't round his gangsters, you'd be jump press caught if it kicked off, could you have egg on your face getting rowdy on camera, slapped you around like you were his next kid, made you wish that it was, don't slap you around like you were his next kid, made you wish that you'd left it instead again, I topped up on Twitter and sending it was painful to watch like March of the Penguins chatting over tea bars once you sensed that you'd edged it, that he'd edged it, make you like a butch as apprentice because you won't be for throwing a what to do when you get sick. We'll just know I'm a donks, I do it, I'm a one, listen, okay to educate you, this supposed to be where the heavy weights crash, but you could have get to my level even if you could never take fam, I'm climbing, he's climbing stairs, I'm hella laid back, cut stuff, chilling in the elevator, told me told man you were drugging, and if I didn't think you look like one, the angle I would never take that, but when you have a face that says I chewed my face off last night and you better face fast, let's get it straight, you've been on stuff, and I don't mean you setting pace fam, I mean you look fucked, I ain't even saying that your blades crack or you get your vein tank just had a few nights on acid and never came back, I take the smack bit back though, because he's a fiend for the bees honestly, that's why he bothers me, he's gotta be, smacked out of his head making drugged up music in some rundown cheap property, he's probably best friends with Pete Doherty, you soul dirt, there's nobody that I know worse, while he in the middle of his cold verse, every bar he touches blows first, that's the cold curd, you've been on Charlie Adam, like a stokes shirt, like you deserve me punching in your head until you learn, because you look like you're into your rock bands, so haven't you heard the verb, the drugs don't work, they just make you worse, so I found good luck with the man fucked up, you've been on some mad drugs blood, tried to talk to Frank, Frank Hongok, likeable guy, but nice guys die all the time, me and him ain't gonna see eye to eye, he said he don't watch TV because he's 70 in wisdom, I've got a direct debit with sky, but hold up, wait, every single time I see you, looks like you woke up late, no calm, no shame, when he came out eating toast on the train, his old son is useless, I mean the con's just a nuisance, how can you be 30 years old and still look like a student, student the same age as the tutors, report card reads we need to see improvements, I'm just stating the facts, the economy, people blame immigration for that, it's people like him, because I'm saying the ad has had five student loans and he ain't paying it back, of course, what you think I'm barring for, built for war like a Spartan sword, about to go overboard like a Samus corpse, I wrote something in the pad that will put him in a bag, because I know the game that you're running little ad only about once a year, so we can blame when I bought him on the fact that he's been over a year since they put him in a clash, smacking, trying to get a job, he just covered in his tracks. Yo, Chris Lee said you're a carpenter, and you interrupted him to the night, so even you really hate carpentry, or you're a carpenter in your life, you say you push right though, right? That's what you should be denying, not only is it big telling 40,000 strangers that you're supplying, but if you're a good dealer, you should have a fair bit of spare time to make some tunes, practice your battles, you've got no music, you choke all the time, is your life just one long line, to spend your life ranking and crying, your life is corrupt, like the pirate radio station, you might be a grinder, you might be a grinder, but if you've got any output, it's too hard to find it, the battles are a decoy, to detract from the fact that you're sucking, and here you may catch your body, and that you're handy at rockin', since I ain't just Brentford, Skippy 130 BPM rappers in Wolverhampton also just do nothing, you're a disgrace, and I mean that, wait, one generation back, Wolves was an industry city, now 75% of all this employment is in the service industry, so being a carpenter would be winning, but a dealer is just a cog in the system serving party goers that list for the weekends, before Coke, you'd have been a kissergram, now you were slingergram, you don't go parties, if you're lucky you supplied them, you work in retail, you were middleman, Wolves was mining and still works, then Thatcher got in and she did a thing, the city got hit, she did a thing, the city got hit, shot the factories in the pits, there were thousands out of work, there were riots in the streets, back then work had made you the bigger man, by vehemently denying that you would ever lower yourself to manual labour, you're a soft and Judas to the place that raised ya, yeah, soft and Judas to the place that raised ya, Judas out for number one, facture son, basically a Tory which makes you a slug that deserves to be punched by every cat that had their disability card, you don't rep Wolves, you a scab and a shitbag, you're a scab and a shitbag thinking you big as you shift bags to shit-mates and dick bags and snitch cats will rat you out quicker like Ninflash, Matt says he gets gash, firstly the term gash is fucking abhorrent, drag yourself into the 21st century, secondly we all know the girls that hit on the dealer, they disappear a quick once you've emptied this sniff stash, you're a street guy, roll deep right, smoke weed five times a week at least and sniff chang up in the meantime, doesn't make you good at rapping though does it you jeef, instead of trying to be grime actually make it, then you're in it and you might have a chance to make it, won't have to write bars by how you're starving and make it, rapping about how one day you'll be famous is so clocking basic, kids in key stages one and two, freestyle that ish on their play breaks, same about rapping about your cannabis habits or how your bank balance is massive, it's not automatically dope because you're conforming the tropes, it's a trip where it'll catch you before you've mastered your practice, so for you and any other one to be trap kids, pushing flake on the ravers and crystal on addicts won't do jack zilch for your rapping, I said it won't do jack zilch for your rapping when you're the walking talking dictionary definition of average, everything I say in these battles is either James I'd say to your face or something I believe is a truth thing, so I don't care about winning or losing, I'd say it in the battle, I'd say it in the street basically you're just a bit of a shit human, he said something about me being God's gift to women and having loads of women, yo, what was it then? oh yeah yeah that's it, he said I think I'm God's gift to women, but I don't think I am, honestly G, I just feel like God's gift to women, God's gift to me I do my own thing, now they force to accept me, this a thorn to a Porsche or a Bentley, you ain't fucking with me, I've been cooking in the lab like Walter and Jesse you could have Meridio managing with Abramovich financially supporting me heavy, all the best defenders from all of the best leagues put together to make the best back four of the century, it doesn't matter when the forward is messy I'm sick of this poetry, I don't get the commotion see, most of these will drop logs in their boxes if you ask them to flow on beat, go and leave Simon Cowley to know from me, I feel to tell you that I'll box your fucking head off, because sometimes that's how it's supposed to be, if it's beef I'm getting now not a day later, leave my feel from the front like a pacemaker, jab, face breaker, left hook, same flavour, punches like poppin' the music, because the right hook's a game changer, I've got a huge wetter poking through the dude's sweater, but hold it, I can do better, Adam's apple got under the knife like Bruce Jenner we were not a rhymer, he's a proper nice lad, earlier he asked me if I wanted to adopt a tiger, he used to be one of them white brothers with lurky dreads, used to be a surfer, moved to London, gotta find other ways to surf instead so he puts his wetsuit on to surf the web he bought his flow off eBay, that's where I don't listen to what he's saying, Adam the rapper, you're for real mate, now that's why you're getting took for chips like a cheap date I'm sick of brothers like this but you man get drawn in and applaud him but ain't he all a little boring when he's stopping and stalling find myself snoring, I watched you vs Ogre midday and didn't wake up till the morning but I ain't hating on the punk all the time you get to what you want to say, I've had enough your lyrics leave nowhere, your bars empty, frets in pubs I'm still waiting for the punch, it's just sarcastic bars, that's it when you see him drop a real ilski now that's why you won't convince him blood like a kill belt scene all over the world cause my last battle was tone blood we showed up but hold up, hold for a moment it's tone luck if he smote dust and stood on top of peace soldiers shoulders, you know what