 What's going on? This is Don Flop, Berlin. Don Flop, fucking day, hashtag DFFD, you know the score. This is the main event, we've had two so far. Shout out to Johnny Chan in your window. This is the final English-speaking battle of the card of the evening. It's our last battle that we are hosting as Don Flop in Berlin tonight. All right, main event, shit. MC on my right-hand side making his debut in Don Flop. Make some noise for Jean-Gaud Frey. Let's go! MC on the English team that I'll be introducing for the entire event from London to capital, the UK. You know the fucking name. Make some noise for Og Miorz. The opinions on who you think won this and other promo-clash-made event, shit. Shout out to Don Let the label label you for having us out. I'm sure we'll be back in the future. Final time on camera tonight. We flipped off camera. It's going to be Jean-Gaud Frey, round number one. Let's go. This is Jean-Gaud Frey, a remarkable team. I'm a mack of all trades and the master of cheaters. I'm going to impart the mystery of what started the history between them. See, I first met him in Italy and I thought he was cool. If not, quite as sick as me. See, meet Jean-Gaud Flash and Johnny J. Have an annual mass of holiday on Sicilian shores. Thrill in Chile and margaritas and resilient wards. Mozzarella and fresh tomatoes. Sambol the best gelato. On legardo with cargo on the classiest basketball. We welcome Og Miorz aboard. We play table tennis, blaze. I thought this Brenner was safe. I thought this is the kind of guy I could be calling a mate. But then I discovered you have a secret, dude. You better reconsider who you leak your secrets to. Because the problem is now I've got beef with you, Ivan. And I didn't want to air it when I speak with you, Ivan. No more hiding about the share with these people here, Ivan. Because the truth runs deep when it sleeps with you, Ivan. Og Miorz is vegan. Don't you know what that means? That means he doesn't like cheese. Because this fairy doesn't eat dairy. What the fuck do you even eat, dude? Does that mean I can't technically beef you? See, when I first heard about your condition, the first thing I thought was this. If you're vegan, then you can't even pork a chick. You can't beat your meat when you fill the horn. So what the vegan's doing is saying, cream your corn? See, and your money situation must be money over strain. How the hell do you make money if you can't bring home the bacon? So you teach Fizz Egg, but how do you expect your children to get hench? Purely your mixed batch, or maybe they'll go up to be on a protein. Child amateurs need fibers to grow like a protein. Can't think of a hunger this guy gets. What does he digest if he doesn't eat fried flesh? Oh, so you don't want the beefy fucking hungry runt? I'll fucking bring the beefy fucking mung bean cunt. Time. Living five years, Bohemian Brass tells in a vegan cafe on some graffiti. That's so easy. Fibonacci, that's me fucking massive. Abracadabra, these outcomes. That's my outcome. I'm an abracadabra rapper, you can count on me. I'm that usual suspect in a rose gallery. This poetry rose from the ashes of your tragedy called by Yeshe. It's encoded in the rap sheets. Covash at the commerce and now the facts speak, and they're certain. I'm the verbal Kaiser Sozegoz who see me in person. You didn't earn this, so while earning, when they call out my name I burn them. But I am here to teach or preach a sermon. I'm here to finally use my GCSE German exams from the old days. But I never went on no exchange. Still I've got top marks, pound for pound. I've got the grape, but you never see Jean-Gaule for eight. Jean-Gaule for eight. Wait, is that a bad bar? Sorry. That's true me like. If I said I'd bring my A-game for you then brother like. But don't be bitter, because you see in these quicker. Because even my level Z would kill ya. In shoulder guns he fitter, but I don't see it. Spitter, I see a creepy hipster. Who speaks like a seedy thicker that wants to sleep with my sister. Man has no antidote known for your very man alone flow. I said man has no known antidote known for your very man alone flow. This man's whole style is a fiasco, but you don't rock the mind like Lou Payne. More like Mike Rubly. You think you're pretty smooth, eh? You're just another hemp seed blended in my smoothie. Let you lose face and talk you through your doomsday. That's how I soothe say. I'm smooth jazz. You don't get smoother than that. I'm slick, weak on future rap. The ruler's back. I'm a beatnik with a neat click. Coolest cat since Heathcliff. I'm on some deep trip. I see shit on a street tip and you a straight euro trash. You just sooth or wrapped your way to this loophole clash. If you know Jolly J, so I was that old K. You had one hit on the books and you think that's how it's always gonna play. You must really think of the fun, eh? More like Peter Andre. Second attempt you dug your grave up. It's beyond say what I'm beyond say. It's the basis. I'll be on J. Afraid. If it's match up and messy then it'll be on J. So be afraid. Through conflicting ideologies. You preach metaphysical meditation in a class on physical education. On sports day. Imagine his irritation. He's doing some deep initiation. Trying to teach Tai Chi for some spiritual awakening. But the only ties they need is for some three-legged racing. They're trying to make a spiritual contribution within an institution. The parents must be thinking, what a fucking nuisance. See even the hippie things are corporation and reality. Just another fashion with no individuality. You're not even doing the ethical thing because standardly you'll be wearing whole outfits made in sweatshop batteries. You want to talk peace but what really could you say to me? They hit them with sticks. Those innocent kids that were stitching your kicks. You were in some other children's slavery. Oh, and that's something Satan were blatantly paid to see. Kids make to do track and shit in their battery kits by a pacifist. What a pack of shit. And it doesn't even look good. What kind of sweatshops are clothing it? And if you're gonna go sweatshop, always buy Cambodian. I mean look at this designer, man. This shirt's made by the finest hat. Just turns out it was an Asian minus training hat. But back to your confliction. See even your name can't be said with conviction. See who Og holds in reverence is the Celtic god of elegance. And he likes to think his cross group was in with pure elegance. But a sentence of an entrance on the internet gave me evidence that the sentiment has no relevance because the reference is irrelevant. Now let me explain. See, I don't mean to question your intelligence but Ogmios wasn't a god who stood for spiritual betterment. He seduced men to rebelence. A beast that persuaded men to pain instead of peace and would hang up a man up to the chains between his teeth. But look at this Ogmios, y'all. He's so chilled he can't even be bothered to flow. He's so chilled on birthday candles he doesn't bother to grow. He's so chilled his hair doesn't even bother to grow. But enough about you. Let's talk about me. When they taste my golden zola I say to pick a little bambino trying to pick my pecorino. I'll take a spicy chicken, use my dairy just to soothe her. And your baby bells are given to her. Gouda. Cheese bars, baby. Seed down right, the borellas in my left. Wait, what did I just say? I said I've got a block of cheese, the e-dams right and the cheddar in my left. See if I ain't got the borellas, I'll pull out the borson. Wait, what did I just say? I said if I ain't got the feta, I'll pull out the borson. See I pull out a steel tongue Watch the cannon blur. Wait, what did I just say? I said I pull out the stilton and got the camembert. I won't make your shirt red unless the furies pass my eyes. Wait, what did I just say? I said I won't make the red lester unless the puree's pasteurized. And I ain't talking breeze. Wait, what? And I ain't talking break of her. I want an homage to Frey. What did I just say? Tai Chi, I fried cheese. On both sides, me, lightly. Will it taste nice? Hmm, quite likely. So you think you can guess what my next move might be? But bro, this ain't chess. Spell it right. This is cheese. Cays are my stuff. The crazy cheese master is coming with this grater and his slice. Bro, mate, your brain's fucked. You need to shape up. Apparently your madness is squarely irreversible. You're about three triangles short of a derrily circle. What do you keep going on about cheese for? You mentioned about 20 types. Now we're cheese board. Put a knife to those schemes, but I don't care how this joker feeds. You can go and munch on some roast beef or a crow's beak or go suckle on a goat's teeth. It just doesn't involve me. It just doesn't involve me. And that's a snazzy shirt. Without that, it's just an average 12. Yo, bro. What's that saying in your hat? Beast mode. You're gonna beast me, bro. You must beast on me. Shit. Free flow. You should try it. I challenge you next round. Do a bit of free. Yo. Yo. What's that saying about that cheesy shit? Who come back to me on some Jesus shit? Brain for redemption. Resurrection. Oh, shit. Let me go back and just say it again. That sentence. Because I said something about cheese. Then I lost my way. Jungle free. What the fuck? I'm not gonna say it. Bro, listen. I know you, Chris. You weren't like this before. It's like he's developed a twitch and a broken jaw. Jungle free. Gets all the girls to go eight. Do they find that that's not your name? And you've got no change. You pilot no front stage. So they just go away. Jungle free. And you're gonna be macking the ladies. Coming straight out the eighties. Practicing your tactics daily. Watching Patrick Swayze. He'd be dirty dancing like, catch this baby. It's a bit easy with a dash of the rabies. Your whole manner is rabies. You're back shit crazy. You ain't getting digits and engagements. You're just getting victim statements. You're less Patrick Swayze, more Patrick Bateman. He says he's a lady killer. He's got shackles in his basement. Have you ever got laid, when it was actually consensual? Rob, I'm laid back. I keep it tantric consensual. Shit. Cos I've got what you lack. They're attracted to the men too. Women want to fuck my brains out. They're sapio sensual. Oh, me, us, baby. Do your shit. Love about cheese. Let's talk about me. See, I was always this cool from the littlest age. Soon as I stepped up the womb, I was like, give me some shades. The nurse had never seen a baby with a ding this big before. She's about to give it the chop, but I said, bitch, you better stop. This is not the umphilical chord. The nurse wanted my body, but I gave her fingers a snap. And it was easy as that. She saw me wink out the flaps. She was like, Jesus, I'm mad. See, I didn't have to wait till a crisis of midlife. The first threes to my hand was when me and my dad were double-teaming that premium midwife. I never synced up and breastfed up and living it large. I was like, thumbs down on the tees and lit a cigar. But then Ognios was born. But not to limit my hands, one body, one head, but more like, ah, the kazoo! And he was floating cross-legged. People were amazed at how he came up from inside her, but he just turned to them and said, easy, but I was just levitating out her vagina. This piece of the bean, they can't believe they discovered. They prepared his first meal and his supper from the teat of his mother. But before they began feeding this bundle of joy, he said, oh, sorry, I'm vegan. Have you got any soy? Take us forward to high school. See, while you were 12 in the class from lighting incense sticks making bracelets as friendship gifts, I was 12 in the gym with the popular chicks. So when the PE teacher helped her properly lift. See, nowadays, only cops getting lame going mental. While you're at your mum's eating quinoa and lends me to me. See, while I'm in the club getting chicks because I'm kind of hench, you're a home-along-flame chess, so porn is your first line of defence. See, while I'm leading the girl to my mattress, that's pretty funny. You're teaching a girl about chappers. The fact is, even once you finish playing, she still won't care what that is. See, I spent bread and I'm needing some dough. The only time you're making bread is when you're needing some dough. See, I've got the swagger of the rock. You've got the swagger of a rock. He doesn't because you're a druid that loves stone hench. But I'll just suplex you through it because I'm so hench. See, I'm a megalithic vitamin with megalithic biceps and monolithic boulders on my shoulders and I'm flexed by two terrific triceps. So don't come with your moist bars or we'll have to destroy farts. Heat you with a German suplex that will leave you with a Deutsch mark. I'll make you take a tumble and fuck being humble. The king of cheese is hungry and all that, the warrior rumble. Ha! I don't want to laugh and play this just because I'm kind of voida, shy than freida. So how are you going to be trying to mock me as a mystical guy? It just exposes your ignorant side because I'm on a different vibe. Oh, come here, so I've been the I and I unify. So why would I choose spiritual advice from someone who's persona is superficial and try it? You shouldn't diss it till you try it. In fact, I know little Chris inside you would like it. But his alter ego is pissing me off. You just use mirrors and props, levers and cuffs, delivery over the top to get a bigger image across like the wizard of us. But if I whip back the cloth, the real you will crawl out unwhithered and lost. See, I am the boss. There's no division in my fabric. This is the ogre. And you know that's how I stayed because I met you before on holiday. You know, Charlie J. He had a ping pong table. You wanted to play. I said, hey chap, slow down. I'm pretty tough. He said, me too. What happened? I crushed you. When you finished crying, we talked it over and we were friends. But piss me off that now I have to kill you all over again. So fine. Let's get it over with then. Your time. Give me the tin. Imacist. Temerates. Never miss. Whether it's semi-western grip or pen old flicks. It's set 11 zip. 11 zip. 11 zip. Free sets. I always get the best of it. Shit. Keep your eye on this, bro. Would you come back? Yes. I believe I play like T-Mobile. Fuck you and your German wrong references. Believe, bro. T-Tennis I like. I could put you in a hide. Fuck that. You see how shit gets deep in a bow. Now you're up shit creep without a paddle. But ain't no bad, bro. Your time, bro. Give me the other tin. Yeah, shit one. Come to your opponent. Fuck this. What's the best? We could do hand-to-hand combat. It's like watch your own back on crack. If you feel a big man, don't ya? Don't ya? Move to me. That would be a phone call. Cobra. Because it's my nose dog. Big crumb yoga. Twist your hip. Back to your shoulder. If you get out of that, you need a jack and a crowbar. Then I'll fix you. When I fix that cobra. I'll put this man in a coma. Fuck that shit. Who killed his pose? I'm the composer. Hold up. Let me get my composure. What do you know about teaching chess twice a week for a strategic mind? This ain't no easy, right? What do you know about picking up teams to make even science?