[Round 1: Flexplicit]

Ay, put your hands in the air if you're with me

If not, fuck you, suck a dick G

Ay, put your hands in the air if you're with me

If not, fuck you, suck a dick G

Ay, put your hands in the air if you're with me

Aite

K, lash you can't start, get off

Your bitch is a dog, your mum farts like Lennox

Stop it you's nyammin' on cocks

In the manor the man are animals, bangin' her like Glocks

Expert nosh, testify your mam is a slut

Man ain't having a baggy fanny that's been jamming in cock

Not man-handle her bruv, fuck the bars

Her clit's so large her legs give [?]

[?] you'd better flow a little bit faster

Man I'm an animal, my enamour [?]

Going in like a javelin

Your mother's a scabby bitch

I should kick her like in her tubes and kick her womb up in the air

Committing murder

Mad, try test me with a verse bruv, it's murder

You get boxed like Tina Turner, it's murder

You couldn't stop me with a [?], it's murder

Check the pen, check the dreads flow

You think you're clever when you battle, you be dissing blacks

I should kick you back up in your mummy's pissy flaps

And get on instagram, and post it to you on Twitter quicker than fingers snap

You little racist, your punches sound like Eminem

But I stand tall, up in racial issues

And everybody in this fucking place'll miss you

If you try to turn my facial tissue to a racial issue

[Round 1: Impact]

Yo, chatting shit about a racial issue, listen, yo

Ayo, you look like a black gnome

And you ain't holding the heat

You're a dope plus your belly's hanging over your jeans

You must smoking the reef'

Your flow's so poor, it's funny how you're part of High Rise

But you're so short you can't catch me

No he cannot compete

The only thing he's battling's his own mediocrity

It's impact, I'm about to put him in a bin bag

He speaks weird 'cos he's got a neck full of chin fat

Yo, and tunes are wack, bitch

The only good thing about your music's the people you collab with

Other than that you're honestly irrelevant

Another typical wack wannabe American

Yo, you need to just stop

We all saw you getting boo-ed off stage at Jump Off

You know why? 'Cos you ain't nothing but a bitch

Next time you go Jump Off make sure it's off a fucking cliff

[Round 2: Flexplicit]

Yo, ay, look, and again

You ain't great, you're a fake and your name's over

Just to win a battle you're dissing your own culture

I wanna squeeze your head 'til your bones alter

Go over your whole dome with bones from your mum's shoulders

You're hearing me [?]

Saying I wanna suffocate your face with your mother's fucking period panties

I wanna kick the black out of your skin

I wanna hear you say a black joke around my clique

Don't Flop - this here's what a Bounty is

Inside you ain't black, you're a racist G

And the reason Don't Flop are sending in me

Is because I punch out Bountys like a vending machine

I wanna smack you in the face with this battle of water

This bitch wears pink just as much as [...] daughter

You're just lucky that your nose is making me angry as fuck

[Round 2: Impact]

I've got a dick like a fire-hose

He says I don't know if I'm black or white: I'm both

Listen, who the fuck shrank Hulk?

And gave him a silly voice?

I'm about to bitch-slap this little, wack, mini, fat Royce

This little piggy raps moist

Sorry but it's over, fool

Your skull's oddly shaped, your body frame's like a bowling ball

I'm sending more victims to the mortician

You suffer from autism, and primordial dwarfism

He's jealous 'cos I get gash like sword victims

While this fucking hobgoblin's stuck with dating orc women

Yo, this dreg lives in West Mids

In a town full of inbred kids with cleft lips

And judging by the [...] on his hench hips

You know it ain't gym talk when I say you'll see Flex ripped

I'll show Flexplicit explicit when his wedge Mrs gets fisted by ten niggas and left dripping

You know what rhymes with Flexplicit? Dead midget

He's nothing but a soggy moist, faggy, wet dickhead

[Round 3: Flexplicit]

Yeah, you've been talking a whole load of gas

So much that I should hold a match

This, a win-win situation

Shut shit down like constipation

[?]

My niggas are thinking you really ain't meant for this

Wow, what's up with that nose?

I bet you can smell everything

Why do you wear pink to battles?

This place is a sausage fest

You ain't gonna get no pussy, so I assume you've come for men

Me, I get pussy, like every time I'm home at night

You get pussy, like [?]

But if you want beef take the floor

Take soldiers, I'm giving out comas

Yeah, I'll burn their yard

Open your head like a birthday card

Before I burn their yard, forget that I'mma burn their car

With them in it, and when they try and get out they can't, 'cos they're finished

Come against me and lose your rep

You die, check out 2Pac's new shit

[?], talk to God

It's my time like I wrote the watch

Who's this? Flexplicit

I'm blessed and I get busy, I'm next [?] and I've got to move

[?] blow off your head like a prostitute

[Round 3: Impact]

Ayo, in this clash you look a bit lost, boss

Every girl in your fam is a top slosh

You ain't sharp off the top of the head

Even though you're the same size as Oddjob

You're a cunt and a prick

Act up and get punched in the lip

I've got that Red Hot Chilli Pepper flow

You look like a troll from Under the bridge

You ain't a deep MC

You could never compete with me

I can't even tell who I'm battling, is it Tweedledum or is it Tweedledee?

[?] like Midas inside of a well

It's funny how your twitter name is @FlexTheTruth

'Cos that statement's a lie in itself

You're the same size as an elf

Items are always too high on the shelf

He's like 'Please sir can I have some assistance, I can't reach the pie - I need help

You're a fat little ogre

With the swag of a black mini Homer

And every time you enter a room

We can all smell that track head aroma

You don't wanna clash with a soldier

I can't tell if you're a man or a boulder

Every guy in your gang is a poser

You have gay orgies wrapped in a toga

I keep calling you fat and ting

But fam, you have bare food pics on your Instagram

You need to allow that shit

Heart disease mate, it's not about that shit