 What's going on? This is Don't Flop DC slash DMV slash whatever else man. We're here in the USA. It's our tour volume number three. Shout out to Sonny, shout out to Maestro, shout out to everybody at Chicago and Detroit as well. We're about to get into the only two on two of this car here at DMV. MC's on my right-hand side. We've got my man Udo Lavos and J.R. Slam. It's your boy! UDHD, J.R. Slam and his sound click. New Jersey. I don't know what crew he's with, but still. It's your boy Udo Lavos, two of my 5D thoughts. My team, bitch! Shout out to Udo. In the UK, I've been with him the last three weeks on the tour. Got my man Impact and Quill. Makes a noise. Go Fox. Good. Let's do this show. Alright, we've got three rounds on the car. Non-judged shit. You know what I'm about to say. Make sure you click on the end of the video. Give a little vote. It's on my boys on the left. Yo, you took so long to arrive. I was getting impatient then. I realised how to thank you. You just made us co-main events. And cheers. You should be paying for these frees. He can't even pay attention. He rockin' ADHD. Only came out here to battle Rom-nitty. Only came out here to battle Rom-nitty. And I only came to battle the dude Snow. But now they got us up against Uno. And this nigga, well, who knows? I know. I know. He's the guy from Seven. I just don't know why he'd wanna fuck with me. The film Seven, which character's he again? Ain't it obvious? The one who died of gluttony. Now what I insinuate is insinuate. Yo, and this dude's from Philly. That's how he's got that obese weight. Lookin' like he's never worked out a day in his life, but still blends a whole cheesesteak in his protein shake. And yo, Uno, when you start doing all that shit, man, it looks so gay. Normally it's a victory dance today. You just dig in your own grave. You got wick but oh shit. And the game's old rage and we're real shit. You got beaten by a wise guy like a good fellas film script. You a wack rapper from Philly. But you ain't Will Smith. He's a comedian. But you ain't Bill Hicks. Yo, check it. Uno tried to perform stand-up in London. For him, that wasn't a great night. Because you got booed off in under a minute. That's less stage time than daylight. So what, he really needs to give him some help. Robin Williams, this comedian's just killing himself. Why do we talk about shooting for when you wouldn't have fire arms if you were the human torch? But okay, I'll let you get away with talking about letting the tech spray. So we're gonna raise arms to get on this Mexican wave. And check it. Uno, you're about to get wrecked on. Last time we battled, it was in Paris. You was a shoe and right now you're getting stepped on. In the round one, I'll be feeling hella strong. One word, fuba. Put the kettle on. Let's go. Let's go, make some noise. I say you can thank me motherfucker. Because you can get this shot. This ain't what I was expecting because this ain't king of the dots. I say your shirt says, fill in the dots. Well fuck it, I'm gonna fill the plot. Because after I bang them in the head, nigga, you gonna fill these dots. Yo, look at your head. Give him a line up with the clippers. Your shape up is getting no barber. At least two syllables. And I've got it. One sign up with the clippers. Got me for you. Yo, you got us below a lot of Zay on the flyer. So right now you got two choices. Rest of these rounds. Or they gonna get hit with magical moose noises. And we actually rap for ones that sounds annoying as shit. No, we can't because I'm my freestyle. Moose noises it is. I said first off, basically, I said, erg hit up impact. He was giving some head. He said I got a bowel for you. But it don't involve you getting some bread. Impact jumped up and kicked quill off the bed. Your turn. Now they might use some slang you're not used to and you'll wonder where they get that from. For instance, y'all say slut, they say slag, we say impacts mom. Yo, what? Easy. Whoever gave you that haircut, it wasn't a great one. You look like every fucking backstreet boy except for the straight one. You just have trouble pursuing women when you have the same voices doing griffin and that sucks for real. And this is what would happen if the fresh prince was raised by Jeffrey instead of Uncle Ford. Yo, somebody needs to help this kid. He can't even fucking get his composure. Any suggestions? Hey, let me give him a fucking corona. He walked up. I said you haven't been in none of the big leagues. I have been in all of them and none of them you haven't seen, son. I've been in over 10 leagues and get paid for most. You do this shit for free, son. I said, yo, I got a battle almost at 2 million views. What exactly has your team done? I'm a problem for everybody on the road like a speed bump. I get money, fights, and big opponents. That's a three sum. You just do the same show over and over. That's a rerun. Your team hasn't done half of the shit that we've done. You think you've paid your dues? You should be asking for a refund. I said, fuck whoever, garden you. Alarm issues. For me, leaving bodies everywhere filled with scar tissue. These bars get you. Carve in you. I said, for you talking out of your jaws, this shit gonna look like a shark bit you. I said, large pistols, arm missiles. They kick back gonna look like shalons hit you. And when this shit starts spitting, it'll fuck up your features like having your mom boot cocky up in a song with you. Yo, listen. I'm awake to your mowing your lawn or when you're with your little homie about to roll to the mall. I strap explosives to your wits while your door is a jar that'll flip over and total your Toyota Corolla motor and all. You won't be able to see my dough with the wall of smoke in the fog. You won't even know who's approaching till you get yoked for the car. I pull back that switch blade like I'm a go for your heart and I'm gonna throw them a car. Woop woop. Jokes of a bar. Get him the fit. Yeah. Yo, let's go, let's go. All you two motherfuckers are is just a slight interruption to our vacation here and shit. Independence Day. It was yesterday. Quill was hella waved. Did you really think he was gonna take this shit here serious? Or leave you red like your bitch, period. I'm straight terrorizing guys. Then I'll put the text to his head like he's memorizing lines. Yo, your flow's been wack. Yours is okay, but you've become a joke name. Like when part's ringing, most is lacking. Just like now you pretend to be drunk when you're performing all you get tight lines. I bet you can drink non-alcoholic wine, get pulled over at night and still stumble and struggle to walk a straight line. Yeah, fate drunk. Just as the sky's your poorly orchestrated rhymes. Like red buckets. Blue buckets. Old bucket. Blue buckets. Rough buckets. Blue buckets. Naked ass. Old buckets. But wait. How about those KFC Kentucky Fried Chicken buckets? Nah, I judge it by its thicker, man. We're gonna need a bigger bucket. No, fuck that. 80s to quick before it kicks the bucket. When your movement light, you wouldn't leave a footprint on wet sand. You can't count your best punch lines on a clenched hand. Yo, when these two claim to be some of the hardest in Philly, for that, I'ma bury these liars and put them on ice because they're both always at the bottom of Philadelphia Flyers. Yo, I'm Philly's basketball team. That's the 76ers, which I find quite funny because you look like you weigh the same as 76ers. Now if we're making cake, that means we've got paper around. If you've got cake for this battle, it's baked and he's probably ate it by now. So stop putting cake in your mouth. And you're making cake literally because you cater into the crowd. End the round two. How am I feeling? Hell is strong. One word, foobah. Er, put a kettle on. That was better. So all bars this, bars that, bars everything. But we don't think this shit should be about bars anything. So we came up with a solution and thought of a far better thing. Let's settle this like Americans and get to the arm wrestling. We're about to get to the arm wrestling. We're about to get to the arm wrestling. You got it, Tay. Bring it out. It's like, there, boys, let's do this. British, we're American. So I brought a translator so that way you can understand us. I say I'm about to peel your cat back. He's going to shoot you in the head. Careful, it's soft up there. I'm done. I put your whole square in his... You could end up in a coffin here. Whitney, I need crack heads. His weapons are an awesome pair. Easy, bro, I'm white. You fucking lost me there. But we ain't exactly grow up the same, because I had it rough growing up. So sometimes I had to fight and it ain't stopped. When you would get him fights, you use one hand to do the face block and put the other arm through so you could do the Atlanta Brains chop. I said, bro, real shit. Nobody understands you and this is true. You don't believe me? All right, fuck it. Here's my gay impression of you. I said, listen. This is my lyrical sand potion. I want to dip in a manned ocean so I can spread open a man's colon so I can fill it with manned ocean. Yo, yo, bro, bro, what the fuck are you talking about? It doesn't matter, bro. Look at my hand motions. Oh, shit. How do you even come up with shit that is strange? There's no reaction. I don't even think he spits that great. If you listen to the silence in between the lines that this bag say, you can actually hear people in their head guessing impacts race. I mean, is he half Asian? I think your mom matched the base with chopsticks. Maybe that was a bad example. Maybe he's part Indian. Your mom has a red dot on our Annabes apple. What if he's half Jewish? Your mom takes a shit on a rabbi door and pass over. What if he's just black? Your mom sucks dick for a do-raggin' a shack soda. Yo. I don't think he's a real black guy. In fact, I'm thinking that you're not one. What does your dad look like? Got one. Round three. That's two. All right, yo, check it. Hey, yo, everyone, hold it down, please. Final round. Let's go. Well, J.R. Slander's been sitting at home alone trying to rack his mind to try to find the best lines and phrases. We've been on tour with Big T, getting white boy wasted. Hey, yo, what do you know about hopping in Pittsburgh with real deal doing pure damage to your liver? Jack's shit, he putting spitting in his hairbrush and rapping in the mirror. Most likely, but yo, check it. I told you J.R. was going to take this shit mad serious, bruv. I think we should have spent some more time doing this. Don't blame me every day. You've been getting waved off of booze and splits. What about in Chicago? I told you we should start writing, but you was busy banging that Hooters shit. I had real rap, but what about last night? Fool for July when you was bombing Kruger's disc. Okay, okay, well, fuck it then. If them you are real niggas, you can get away with it. Start spraying shit. That's about to be my favorite bit. Blazer clip, aim it quick. I explain it like an Asian chick shooting that way. I'ma shoot this way in case you miss. I'ma start pumping it everywhere until I have to change the clip. You better change the clip and change it quick, or aim the fifth. I'm fucking dodging like I'm Agent Smith. Agent Smith? I'm fucking him. I'ma start spraying with you. I'm pumping shots in every direction until I spray my fingers. I'ma shoot this way. I'ma shoot that way. I'm looking like a gamer twister. I'm looking like you spray the nine, but if I gave him a straight left, he'd probably come back for me gay rights. He's J.I. He's J.I. It's only right that he talk a great fact. Yeah, well I'll get a crack head to rub his yards. On demand. Pop him fast. Hockey mask. Just so you don't know who shot J.I. And check it, yo. Yo, and I find it pretty funny that your home's filly, because you battled on the FUSA and got booed off stage in your own city. Yo, that's pretty fucked up. Yo, it's funny. It's funny. The fact that everyone hates you is pretty fucking obvious. When every gang member in your city wants you out, it's kind of like the Warriors. End of the battle. And we're feeling hella strong. We ain't going anywhere. DC put a kettle on. Let's go. I'm actually really impressed. Yo, yo. Let's go. Let's go. Let's go. I'm actually really fucking impressed. No, you're not. I actually came with that slowly. That slowly? It's funny you talk about Agent Smith. That means you're the bitch, because remember, Brad Pitt's partner was Angela Jolie. But it makes sense, because I know exactly what happened, kid. It makes sense you would talk about Brad Pitt and Angela Jolie, because they always adopted African kids. You said some shit about Agent Smith, and they moved around all gay as shit. The next time you try to aim the fifth, don't put your hand where his aim is at. To be completely honest, I'm actually getting bored of this shit. Why don't we say something disrespectful about the British? I can't do that. I mean the crowd. Yeah, but we're battling in DC. Oh, you done fucked up now. Princess Diana. What's up with that shit? Was it murder? I mean, what happened, kid? I mean, last time I checked, I heard it was an accident. Yo, now Princess Diana loved any song as long as it had a good beat to it. Her favorite wrestler was Stone Cold. Why's that? For some reason, she was really into his theme music. Yo, but let's do one more Princess Die joke before we clear the field. What was her last thought before she died? The steering wheel. This dick! Yo, your whole persona is wack. We get bored. Yo, your whole persona is wack. We get bored watching you spit. The last time people used quills, we were at war rockin' to Brits and had your forefathers suckin' on George Washington's dick. See, that's why you name it yourself after a pen with a freakin' feather as weak as ever. You might not recall exactly how we beat you then, but we remember. The last time a quill had any impact, y'all were usin' it to write the words, we surrender. He's going to. 1812! They are Hammy the Blicker. Ah, Jesus Christ, what the hell? Alright, fuck it, Hammy the Burner. Oh, so I can fuckin' burn myself? Alright, give me the thing that straps. Well, you already got a belt. Fuck it, give me the thing that claps. Well, let's just keep our hands to our fuckin' self. 1847? Oh, why don't we just call 911? Those people are actually coming out. Fuck it. Hell! And you call your pants niggas. But where I come from, that doesn't exactly mean the same thing. I mean, I've seen a lot of niggas in my life, but these niggas is crazy. I said, fuck you! He said, niggas. Not that word. Don't hit me. I said, fuck you! I think it's time for you to pay your respect. But you will never get that shit back. I said, I'm about to catch a body, but you're about to catch a body, too. Now, why try and go and flip that? Shoot him where his wigs at. I said, this dude's gone. Click, clap. That's a princess Diana. Because you're gonna die on impact. They fuckin' dead. We done? Yeah. Let's go. That was left to rot in the sun. Horrible bitch probably lived in more squads than she's done.