 Yo, what's good? Welcome to Don't Flop. This is Training Days, Fiddler's Elbow. Last time of the main events of the day. Please make some noise! Shout out to this motherfucker in the building all the way from Philly, man. What's up, Dan? Look. Ha ha ha ha. Shout out to Bam on his birthday. Big up to Sire, big up everyone in the spot, man. Shout out to all the fans giving up that weekend. This is another free event we did to bring us some new people through, some vets through. We've got a lot of shit going on. All right, this is one of those battles where one of the guys is a vet and one of the people is a newbie. So I'ma let the MC on my right-hand side introduce herself. Yo, Liv Wynter, thanks. Yes! As the guy on the left is a vet, I'ma introduce him. He absolutely annihilated his last battle here in December. Please make some noise for Pedro. London for the jump, really. He hates in the school, doesn't he? Cool, it's round number one on my dude, Pedro. Let's go, man. Hello. All right. She moves the way, I'll bruise her face. I be moving flake on the side of the road, get a knife to your throat, all my rhyming is dull. Yo, listen, yeah? Liv Wynter, you're a lip-singer. Your finger, you're arse of my big finger. And you ain't a fit ginger, you're a shit minger. I throw your fucking mum in a pig mints up. Wynter, as before she died out. You can't even make a trial. Brown trainers, everything that spit is mouth breakers. Ground breakers, I'm ounce takers. House raiders, what are you gonna say to that? Nervous lipstick. Yo, you dirty big pig. Yo, you got a tattoo chest that stabbed straight through your stab-proof vest. Yes. Fucking a tattoo, yes. You wanna have black group sex? If I come with dumb lyrics, I'ma finish it now because it's one minute. Let's go. Hold it down so I live round number one, let's go, man. Yo, when I got this, it messaged me, like, don't fuck this up, because this could be an opportunity for you to, like, move higher up, so I thought, fuck. I mean, maybe I am out of my league. I should do some research and treat this battle with the respect it really needs. So I went on your Facebook Pedro and it's just pictures of weed. Literally, I could fucking throw back for weeks and all that what I'd see is pictures of weed. Your friends be like, what's Pedro been up to this week? Well, I've looked and I can tell you he's taking pictures of his weed. I'm not fucking keen in letting people know that they need to smoke green, but it did draw attention to your complete predictability and the standard instabilities that come with, like, performing masculinity. I get it. White boys wanna front like they from correctional facilities. Hold it down, man, chill. I get it. White boys wanna front like they from correctional facilities and document what they think are, like, roadman activities like smoke and weed because it's illegal, you see. Yeah, but your purple haze made me cringe for days, especially the way all your fucking statuses say, yo, what's good, it's Pedro who wants to blaze. Well, Pedro, Pedro, I'm sorry, babe, but I think I'm gonna pass. But in talking of predictability, shall I just summarise your bars? You're gonna insinuate that I'm gay as if that's insulting in some way. You're gonna try and make me hate parts of my body or my face. I'm retarded, shit, like, lose weight, get laid, but then be pissed off later if I try and chirp some of your mates. No! Yo! I mean, I'm new here for you to call me a dyke when the chick I fucked last night didn't really seem to mind. Your chick to see if she was that way inclined and if she just fancied a try, you know, some kush, some wine and she fucking did. So me and my bitch blew her mind and she was fully like, fuck, is this what I've been missing all this time? Bro, life, leave that boy behind and embrace being a dyke. Dyke, you know? You're fucking right. Trust me when I say your girl's pussy taste right. She went to you for the warm up but still got to me dry, jumped on it real quick. Let me hit it twice, whispered real sweet in my ear how there was no tongue like mine and how she wanted to be a dyke because it keeps her satisfied. She said, you fucking come the moment you get to grind. Tell me, you fucking come the moment you get to grind. Tell me, Pedro, is that right? You and Pedro, let's go. Your pussy's more wetter than a water slide. I leave you more of fire. This is scary, spicy and sporty spice. You two look like failed porn stars. Has that never made it? Yo, I'm like, leather faces. You should have a leather face because I fucking rubbed your bread as bracelets. You don't put the shit on red tube. Fuck you inside of the restroom. Yo, white and then red, blue. That's the side of your arm. Yo, put a fucking knife in the side of your heart. The size of my heart is big. You got the heart of a bitch. I'm scarving your lips. You'd have marmite in the side of your cheek. Yo, listen, yeah? You two have the shittest earrings I've ever seen. Yo, yo, yo, listen. I would never be near them. You'd never be near men. I come around and I say, I leave you rubbed for six ounces in your kid's houses. What are you gonna say when I spit out shit? You can't even face me. I fucking take, give you a razor blade facelift at eight o'clock in the day, please. Face me, please. Go away. I will fuck you and your mate on my way home today. Oh, we can have a free sum. You look like a crack fiend. You look like Avril Lavigne if she was actually fiending. Yo, you don't rap right. You should learn to rap right before you get slapped twice. You slag dyke. That's time. Let's go, let's go. Best of us, best of us. You look like that. She's got two more left. Let's go, let's go, let's go. Let's go, hold it down, everyone, please. Pedro, mate, look. Are you all right? I see this. It's a hatred of women that's disturbing the deep set in your mind, but this is kind of a dream battle for me. You do like all my exes combined into one, into one more compressed, yes, poorly dressed mastermind. And I just know if I take even just a little look inside, I'm going to find a lot more weak lines about how all girls are bitches. Am I right? Just line after line that we're revealing time that you still cry over your ex tonight. But that's okay, Pedro. So do lots of guys. This is a problem for you, Pedro. This is a problem for you, Pedro, because you're just so fucking nice. So this hard match that you're trying to do, it's just not going to fly. You should get yourself back out there, mate. One of these girls must like what you bring, man, and I don't mind to help you out, mate. I'll let you be my wingman. Wingman. His hands. Time he could have used you to write some bars, but you didn't, and I understand. What do I? Is it because I'm a girl? Is that really what this is? Are you surprised that women can also make these noises? Is it that you don't like seeing women become successful? Tell me, Pedro, do you find that stressful? See, I'm not going to lie and chat shit about DMs or fucking dick pigs, but I've got a couple of pics of your chick that were pretty fucking sick. And later, yeah, when she'd be touching Clip over this video clip, you can guarantee it's over me and not over this little bitch. Now, when she asks you for my number, Pedro, just give her it. Because I've got this power, Pedro. I can make a straight chick, hate dick. All I do is give them clues on how fucking sweet the taste is, and what's amazing is I don't even have to get them wasted. They just come with me, voluntary. Honestly, it's amazing, but like I said, Pedro, I don't mind if we give you some basic training. I mean, I don't mind if we give you some basic training. A tip for you, Pedro? A tip for you, Pedro? Why don't you leave the links alone? You're a big boy now, you could give Kelona fucking go. Suddenly, like underage kids smoking weed, and I've done it, I've done it. I'm like a pre-teen G. Tip number two, maybe take the time to analyze what you do. Just jam at your mum's making tracks that sound like other people's tunes. While your girl's in the next room, deciding which members of crew she wants to screw, do you really see this as a career path for you? But maybe, if you're lucky, could give you a job as like the don't-flop receptionist. Would you like that, Pedro? Yeah? I can lend you some nice dresses. Bye. It's so right. You look like yellow wolves, in general. Right, right, you said you wasn't... I don't know what I can't even remember what you said. Dismembering her head. Let's look at the dead man before I hit the resting with a shell. All right, hold up, hold up, hold up a minute. Yo, you're holding your hands, you're only bowling your hands. I'm about to hold in a camp and I filmed a crime. Yo, you still want to die, I'll kill a guy, but you're a girl, I'll bore you, I'll send you to another world. Yo, all right, what else is there to say? I can't even remember what you said, because everything you said was extra gay. Now, fuck it, I need it to preparate. Yo. You know what, yeah? Yo, I leave her deader than Digi Barlow. She, yo, she should have a beard like Marlowe. You think that you're fit, but you really aren't though, and you've got weird and dark clothes, it's some weird shit. Yo, I slap this weird shit. Yo, you fucking get hit in, hit with a weird lick, hold up, hold up, you've got a pierced lick. Yo, you've got a pierced nose, you fuck around with weirdos. Where'd the rest of your beard go, big up, big cake, anyway. Flop with the roll up and get rough, your own pumps, yo, yo. All right, all right, all right, who else is that? All right, you look like two butch dykes. Yo, yo, yo, I fucking, I do shush guys, I leave them all dead, fuck it, four head, all red, bald guys, more feds, come to the spot, bumping them off, come round, come with the cost, cutting them off, cutting the neck, fuck it, I'm dead, fuck it, I'm dead. Fuck it, fuck it, I'm dead. What is I gonna say, doffing your step, doffing my knees to try and say, try and say, fight or go, you said something about smoking weed, yesterday I beat Tony D, hold me please. Yo, you got a dude's face. Yo, you never move, wait, that's why you're still fat. Yo, you got a six pack and you're still fat. Yo, you are a pig, nah, that's cool. You said you wanna get together, we can do this right now, we're never's blesser. Yo, yo, I'm a heavy dresser, you're a cross dresser, she looks like the black Brock Lesnar. In a brothel in Rochester. Rochester! It don't matter what your reference is, the reference is that you have heavy tits, or you shouldn't have tattooed arms. I heard that you live in a bamboo farm. It's got thick ears, you're scratching your head, I'll battery this sket, yo, I'll sniff a packet and then you'll get slapped in the neck. Yo, let's go, your munch works at Morrison's. She's not in them and then she comes to my yard in Tottenham. You'll get melted like Frosty the Snowman. You like to hold hands with girls. This is like Manwell versus Vanessa Shagwell. I'll punch you here and you'll land in Hanwell. You'll get gang banged, you look like a man fam, you are a fucking damn tramp. Mm, banged. Chill, stop, how you gonna go to Rochester, bro? Let's go, bro, I don't have to apologise, it's fine. Everybody hold it down. Yo, everyone shut up. She has one more round left and we're done. Thank you very much, let her go. Oh. Yes, Pedro, I loved it. Get fucked, Pedro. Because to me, you're making jokes about me being a slut is as basic as me going, yeah, but he leaves the toilet seat up, like it's basic, it's boring, you've done it quite enough and I do get it, you're jealous, but I just said I'd hook you up. Now, I'm resisting temptations to call you a pussy or a cunt, because I don't think you're good enough to be comparable to one. No! Jesus, no, no, no, no. Anna, while I'm here and while I'm feeling a bit pissed, you might think I'm dumb or not aware of this shit and I might be new here, but I'm not new to the politics. Of course, I'm completely aware to why you're battling the new chick. You're doing it for the views, so isn't it you, this riding dick? Hello. We should have a sleepover, Pedro, me and the girls would give you tips. I'll happily tell you the way to best play a player is game. It's easy to emasculate a total... It's easy to emasculate a total waste of space, especially when all they're actually doing is just bringing an ego in your face. It's easy to dismantle that physical state. Yo, Pedro, mate, get your dick out. Let's see what... Let's see, let's see what all the fucking fuss is about. Let's see if your shit up here matches your shit down south. Let's see the real reasons why your chick don't let you bust in her mouth. Maybe. Theory, but maybe it's because no chick wants to suck the dick of the dude he thinks he deserves it. And you don't deserve shit after the standard of your verses. Because freestyling... But there's a real craft in riding him because you spit so fucking fast all you do is fuck up all your timings. And because you're not riding, you've got to stick to real basic rhyming and then expect me to be like, yeah, I found that shit so inspiring. Can't wait to see those shots. Pedro will not be firing. Bruv, you made a decision in it to come here freely and get pissed by me. What, because you thought I'd be like Iggy where you're the little bitch fam and you look real fucking silly. So spare your chick the embarrassment and just let her leave with me. I hate you, Pedro. I've tried, but I can't understand your concept. If I was a hip-hop head and I'd heard what you said, I'd be real fucking glad that this is a free event. And you just heard, why don't you do it while I'm pissed, fuck the bard and fuck with your little fucking mates, the ones who took offense to my political state because why the fuck did you learn to rap if you don't have anything to say? That's what makes all your bars sound so fucking cliche. See, because I don't like people like you. You want to ride this wave of this thing you didn't create, but you're going to bring it nothing new. You should come here to generate because now we're abusing you and I'm the one that's using you because I feel like you're only standing there so that I can make my moves. You've been here for years, but you're still a warm-up act. Did you think I was a sacri... Did you think... You've been here for years, but you're still the warm-up act. Did you all think I was a sacrifice? What did you see my head on that slab? Did you even bother to watch me rap? Don't fucking underestimate me like that. Veteran, fan favorite, bruv. You look like a fucking clown because I've been writing for three months. Now tell me how the fuck does this verse sound when I kill you with this third round? Because your jokes and your bars, they're only going to get you so far when you've got literally no content and your delivery is bizarre. You're just some next little white boy to me. You'd be better off at home with your fucking guitar. You need to analyze what it is that's even got you this far. Pretty slightly. Because... Because Pedro's gimmick is that he's shit. And for some reason, people just clap and reward it. And if I take an elf from this and learn that our app's not my place, that's fine because I get to wave goodbye in Pedro's fucking face.