(audience cheering) - Each team member is gonna
get the opportunity to come up and say whatever they
want about their opponent, roast them in whatever kind of way. And if it's what, what's going to happen? - You out! - [Audience] Got damned! - There we go. All right, you can explain the rest of it. You got it from here? - I got it, boss, I got it. - All right, I'm over here. - Okay, all right. First of all, I need
the red team to step up, black team to step up. - Okay, y'all. - Okay, the rules are very strict. Okay? Two seconds and you're out. Take too long and you're out. Stay in your lane, okay?
Just stay your lane. This is you, this is you. Stay in your lane. From the black squad. Give me Candy. (audience cheering) Give me Zoie. (audience cheering) - [Man] Okay. - Boy, if you don't get yo God damned, I tuck, but we can still
see your balls coming out the bottom of them shorts. (crowd cheering) - Boy, if you don't get your, oh, I look like a donkey
from "Shrek" (groaning) head ass out of here. - Boy, if you don't get your God damned, Betty had call you we (beep)
bitch ass up outta here. (audience cheering) - Oh my God. - Boy, boy, boy! If you don't get your old
(beep) Fetty Wap looking ass out of here- - Whoa! Shake it, you. Out! Yes! Yeah. There you.
(air whooshes) (audience cheering) Okay. Get me Hitman Holla. (audience cheering) Excuse me, Big Mack. (audience cheering) Hitman here, you're ready? - Ready. - Big Mack, you're ready? - Yeah. (audience laughing) - Boy, you smell like breakfast. (audience laughing) If you don't get your ass, I
got so many bars on my head that's why my hat don't
fit ass outta here. - Oh! Boy. As baby, I bet your first words, you gonna eat the rest of that. (audience laughing) - If you don't get your where is my super-soot
looking ass outta here? (audience laughing) - Where is my super-soot? Where is my super-soot? (crew cheering)
(audience cheering) - [All] You, out!
- [Audience] God damned! (air whooshes)
(audience cheering) - Give me Little JJ. - Hey!
(audience cheering) - Yeah! - Give me Chico Bean.
(audience cheering) Chico, you're ready? - I'm ready. - Little JJ, you're ready?
- I'm ready. (audience laughing) If you don't get you God
damn top heavy built ass up outta here. - You look like Diamond from "Prime Mob". (audience laughing) - That big ass head. I bet your favorite show watching was "Knocking Head Ass.". - That's how your dreads
look like swish and sweets with no (beep) in 'em. (audience cheering) - That's why... Hold on. Hold on. Gimme one more second. - You, out!
- [Audience] God damned! (audience cheering)
(air whooshes) - Keep it going. Give
me at least some more. - Yeah!
(audience cheering) - Give me D.C. Young Fly. (audience cheering) - B Simone, you're ready?
- I'm ready. - D.C. Young Fly, you're ready? - I'm ready? - Would you like to save 100
dollars of your car insurance? Lizard looking ass boy! (audience cheering) - Y'all know what time it is. - Bring that ass here boy! Girl, your ass built like a spanking ass Christmas sock, ugly. Ugly. - DC, I know when you was in school, you couldn't read the hat and the dogs. Savage ass D.C, hater ass boy! (audience laughing) - Girl, your ass built like
the teacher off "Jimmy Neutron. Ugly, ugly! - Boy, your legs are shaped like sticks when your girl is cold, all you gotta do is rubbing your knees together. (audience laughing) - All right, (beep) I
bet when you wake up, I bet your wig gets stuck in the pillow. Stupid ass! (audience laughing) - Then you go back and get it. Ugly, ugly! - You, out!
- [Audience] God damned! (air whooshes) - You gotta hear D.C, he got you. (audience clapping) - Nicholas, you get up here. Nicholas, you get up here. (audience laughing) - I'm gonna bake his ass though. Let me get to hear him though. - Tell him to stay in his lane. (audience cheering) - Nicholas, you're ready?
- Ready. - Chance The Rapper, you're ready? - Ready? - Boy if you don't get
God damned Omega Jeans some scratch patties and bad
pats looking ass up outta here. (audience laughing) - Oh! Oh! - Think he's had it.
Oh! Oh! - Now I gotta bake his ass. - Bake his ass. - Now I gotta bake his ass. - Nerdy Killmonger looking ass
with impresario brains, boy. Evil Quavo looking ass, boy! - Get you DG gang with a pack of Newport looking ass up outta here. - No. The love below swag ass, boy. You look like one of Andres
2000's back dances boy with them tight ass. Watch your jeans, boy. Boy, no, if you don't get your Rick Ross, started
getting beer up dabbing ass up outta here! - Getting your crack hair
with dreads looking ass, boy! Nah, I really gotta bake your ass if you don't take the braids out, you're not gonna be able to write no more in seasons, boy. Hit it head ass, boy! Little chain head ass, boy! (audience laughing) Wearing red head ass, boy! Little TJ head ass, boy! (audience cheering) (air whooshes) - [All] Guess what! Guess what? - Damn! Okay. I thought you was supposed
to be a positive rapper. DJ D-Wrek, who won? - I gotta give that to the black squad. Make some noise for the black squad! - Okay. All right? Let's se what we got here. Give me B Simone. Give me Cortez. - Yes, Cortez. - Okay? Let's keep it clean. B. Simone, you're ready? - I'm ready. - Cortez, you're ready?
- I'm ready. - You old, my body is elementary, but my head is in high
school, head ass boy. If you don't get your, I'm still looking for my boyfriend ugly ass. - You are, where are my glasses? These are prescribed head ass boy. (audience laughing) If you don't get you- (audience laughing) - You, out!
- [Audience] God damned! - Give me Zoie. Give me Darren Brand. (audience cheering) (audience laughing) - Boy, if you don't get your
God damned I wanna be first in the lunch line head ass oh my God! - Boy, if you don't get your
ah, head ass somewhere, boy. - Boy, if don't get your God
damned, my girl likes your ass. (audience laughing) - Out!
- [Audience] God damned! (audience cheering)
(air whooshes) - Give me D.C. Young Fly. (audience cheering) - [Audience] D.C! D.C! D.C! D.C! D.C! D.C! - Give me Funny Mike. (audience cheering) - You got him. Got him, Mike. You got him, Mike. - All right, you're both built the same. Let's see who's built to win. Okay? (audience laughing) - Boy, if you don't get your black and ma filthy looking ass outta here. - Boy, if you don't get your
God damned I couldn't find a hair man, so I split it in half and put him on my wrist looking ass. - Out!
- [Audience] God damned! (audience cheering) - Give me Nicholas. (audience cheering) - Give me Sremmurd and Jimmy. (audience cheering) - Hope you all come out here. - Smoke. - Boy, if you don't get yo
God damned tamoni Bupa eyes, showing eyes looking ass outta here. - Boy, hell God damned
copper jewelry, boy. - Whoa! Shaky. - Boy, if you don't get yo
God damned "Black Beatles" about to spray your ass
looking ass bitch (beep). - Hold on! Hold on! - If you don't get your, I
designed the logo on my shoulder. Look like the Gucci envelope. So I could go to the Gucci store and match my (beep) together. Hell, God damned! - God damned! Real (beep). Out!
God damned! (air whooshes)
(horn honking) - Yo! Give it up for
Slim Jxmmi and Swae Lee. Boys getting to play. DJ D-Wrek, who won that game. - It's real tight, but I gotta
give it to the black squad. Make some noise, boy! (audience cheering) - Give me Michael Blackson. (audience cheering) - Give me Rip Michaels. Rip Michaels. - Yeah.
(audience cheering) - You, fat bitch. You are eight months pregnant. (audience laughing) - If you don't get yo God
damned last citizen of Wakanda, so the black Panther has
been spread that way. - Every time you walk your
legs, talk to each other. Just say, you let me pass, I let you by. You let me pass, I let you by. It's your turn, it's my turn. It's the other turn. Wait a minute, (beep). Kiss my ass. - God damned! - Out!
- [Audience] God damned! (audience cheering)
(air whooshes) - Give me Justina. (audience cheering) Give me Candy. Oh my God. One, two, three. - Girl, if you don't get your, you like Jim Curry and Eminem all in one head ass outta here. (audience cheering) - Girl, if you don't get your hot dog, you smell like back of
the public public restroom ass up outta here. - Girl, if you don't get your,
Wendy, I want another one, water frosty extra large
head ass up outta here. - Girl, if you don't get
your, I don't know why my name is Candy, don't know. - Girl, if you don't
get your (indistinct). (whistle blows) - I need for you to listen
to each other's jokes. Okay? (audience laughing) - Out!
- [Audience] God damned! (air whooshes) - Give me D.C. (audience cheering) Sorry, I gotta do this to you, man, but you come on out here, man. (audience laughing) - Double gun. - Okay. On my count. One, two, three. - You look similar to a horse's ass. (audience laughing) - Boy, if you don't get you, can I see your license, or start going to jail looking ass. - Do you just come off the
cast bus back mountain? - Boy, if you don't get your, I voted for Barack Obama, but you're lying to get black friends. - If you don't get your
friends wearing tight jeans on cowboy acting ass outta here. - They can't hear me. They can't hear me. - You, out!
- [Audience] God damned! (air whooshes)
(horn honking) - I can't believe this just happened. Woo! - D-Wrek, make some sense outta this, man. - I gotta get at to the black squad. Make some noise for the black squad. Give me DC. Give me Michael Blackson. Michael, you're ready? D.C, you're- - You, bitch (beep). You're build like a 12 year old lesbian. (audience laughing) - Boy, if you don't get yo God damned, the food's ready? Your have tattoos of all
the (beep), your money, too. - If you don't get your back
thriller dancing looking ass, and guess what? You ain't even need
makeup, stupid ass, boy. (audience laughing) - DC. Stand for (beep) chaser. - Guess what?
- What? - In your car, I bet you
ain't got this pour high in the flow, yeah? But (indistinct). (audience laughing) - Kiss my ass, motherfucker. - Out!
- [Audience] God damned! (audience laughing) - Give me Justina. - Hey! - Give me Karlous Miller. (audience cheering) - Karlous, you look like
the uncle at the cookout that kill on the grill, but no one wants the little kids around. - Girl, if you don't get your God damned truck stop
hooker looking ass up outta here. - Karlous, you look like the manager on jiffy little (mumbles). Not the transmission. It's alternator. - Girl, if you don't get your God damned adult wind looking up out here. - Karlous, if you don't get your, I think I'm the man, but I live in Chico Bean's shadow up ass outta here. - If you don't get yo God
damned, I'm a white woman, but I wear my weave and be some
old looking ass outta here. - Karlous, if you don't get
your I'm gonna be the first one to have a WILD N' OUT
pension up ass outta here. - Justina, if you don't get yo God damned, I've been smoking cigarettes since 11th grade looking
ass up outta here. - Out!
- [Audience] God damned! (air whooshes) - Give me, Tim. C'mon, give me, Tim. Give me, Zoie. Zoie, you're ready?
- Ready. - Tim, you're ready?
- Ready. - Bitch, if you don't get your, I go to church on Sundays just to say, I don't like man's no more
looking ass outta here. - But, boy, if you don't get
your he's the one that takes me to church on Sunday, 'cause
Herbert Simon is my nig, boy! (audience cheering) - Its not true. Its not true. Its not true. - Out!
- [Audience] God damned! (air whooshes) Darren raising Brand. Come here, Darren. (audience laughing) Give me, Jacob. Come here, Jacob. Jacob, you're ready?
- Yes. - Darren, you're ready?
- Yeah. - Boy, if you don't get your, Hey it's black people out
here having a (indistinct). (audience laughing) - If you don't get your God damned sequel, the predator where you
hate too much McDonald's. - If you don't get your oh,
what's this ass (beep) here. - If you don't get your God damned, stop watching me and your mom have sex so you experience that visual. - Man, I'll bet your motherfucking (beep). - Okay.
(whistle blowing) - Out!
- [Audience] God damned! (audience cheering)
(air whooshes) DJ D-Wrek, who won that game? - It's a tie, but I'm have gonna have to give it the red squad. (audience cheering) - Make some noise for
the red squad, y'all. Give me Justina. (audience cheering) Give me Dan Rue. (audience cheering) It's him. Not me. I'm translating.
- Oh, okay. Dan Rue, you're ready? You're ready?
- Ready. - Yo, beer guzzling trailer
park trash alligator wrestling ass boy. - He said, he bet your (beep) smelled like a wind just drive through. - Yo, how to catch your
predator looking ass boy. - You sure? - All right. He said, more (beep) than you than Right Street. (audience laughing) - You're old. - I'll read that for you. - You, out!
- [Audience] God damned! (audience laughing)
(air whooshes) Right, give me Jacob. - Get him, J. - I'm tired of seeing all
the black on black prime. I wanna see a little white on white prime. Give me Julia.
(audience cheering) - If you don't get your
God damned your idea of a fun time is going to Bed
Bath & Beyond ass outta here. - If you don't get your God damned, my dad's the manager of Bed
Bath & Beyond ass outta here. - If you don't get your God
damned every time you you say, oh, sorry, ass outta here. - If you don't your God damned, where's my precious ass outta here. - If you don't get your God damned- - Out!
- [Audience] God damned! (air whooshes) - Good job, Jacob. Give me Funny Mike. - Let's get it. Oh, yeah, he's with me. - He's with you. Boss, is this okay? - That's fine.
- Are you sure? - Hey, we knock them out two at a time. - Give me Nicholas Cannon. (audience cheering)
(air whooshes) You know what? I'm not
gonna do you like that. Give me Chico Bean, double up. (audience cheering) Boss, you're ready?
- I'm ready. - Bob Wow, you're ready?
- I'm ready. - If y'all don't get your black beat and Butthead looking ass outta here. If you don't get your my car tripping by, I wouldn't even ask you. You got 10 to Wild N Out
cutting my check having ass. - Boy, if you don't get your
pretending to have a car, pretending to have money, pretending to be happy, pretending to do everything
ass fuck outta here, man. - What's wrong with you? Man, if you don't get my acne remove my bill Vecro having ass. Deal with your dying
spray Stevie Harvey Jamie damn having ass. - You built like one of Nick legs. If you don't get your
skin outta here, boy, if you don't get your
little body, little neck, little nose, little ass, little head, little back ass outta here, boy. (whistle blowing) - Nick, if you don't get your
(beep) off my blood cot in- (whistle blowing) (audience laughing) - [Nick] Who's out?
- They out. - Out! (air whooshes) (horn honking) - That was a hell of game. DJ D-Wrek, who won? - Gotta give that to the red squad, y'all. Make some nose.
(audience cheering) Let's see what we got here. Give me Conceited. Give me Darren risen Brand. (audience laughing) Conceited, you're ready?
- Ready. - Darren, you're ready? - Boy, if you don't get your, hell little ass boy. - Whoa, shaky. - Darren, when you played football, your favorite position
was quarter pounder. Shut up. - Boy, if you don't get your half lives madam
looking ass little boy. - If you don't get your fat
lives matter ass looking boy. - Boy, if you don't get your God damned, manikin ass looking, boy. - Out!
- [Audience] God damned! (air whooshes) - Give me Karlous. (audience laughing) - Give me Teresa. (audience cheering) - If you don't get your waffer
house waitress built ass up outta here. - Boy, if you don't get your, I come from a line of Nick
Cannon with a turban head ass on up outta here. - If you don't get your God
damned take that hat off that whole set up come off your head looking ass up outta here. - Boy, if you don't get
you, I look like Rick on flat tummy teeth looking
head ass up outta here. - Whoa! You, Out!
- [Audience] God damned! (air whooshes) - Give me Rick. - Let's go, Rick. Let's get it, let's go.
(audience laughing) - Give me Zoie. Boy, if you don't get your God damned, I'm on the down low head
ass up my God damned. (audience laughing) Boy, if you don't get
your damned tight ass yeast infection short
minus that one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine I'm infecting ass outta here. Boy, if you don't get your God damned, why I want your infected
ass up outta here. (audience laughing) (whistle blows) - Out!
- [Audience] God damned! (air whooshes) - Give me D.C.
(audience cheering) Get me Hitman.
(audience cheering) - Get him, Holla. - Boy, you're build like a
ghetto Victoria Secret model skinny hard ass boy. - Boy, bring your ass here, boy! (audience laughing) - Hold up. Hold up. Hold up. Hold up. Boy, if you don't get your show
arm hard to get my food out to drive through licking ass. (audience laughing) - Hold on, hold on, boy. You look like the first
person I ever learned how to draw you stick figure
body having ass boy. - Boy, if you don't get your small teeth, I can only eat soft food looking ass. Hold up, hold up. Hold up. I only can eat
potato salad looking ass. Hold up, I can only can
eat banana looking ass. - Out!
- [Audience] God damned! (air whooshes)
(audience cheering) - Somebody get energy. DJ D-Wrek, who won, man? - That goes to the black squad. Make some noise for
the black squad, y'all. I said, give me Cool Joe. (audience cheering) - Give me D.C. Get him, Black. - D.C, you're ready?
- I'm ready. - Gocho, you're ready? - Okay. - Boy, if you don't get your Got damned Bobby Brown looking every
step I take ass outta here. - Boy, if you don't get your God damned, made a potato salad ass up outta here. (audience cheering) - If you don't get your Jim Cliff looking
ass outta here, bye. - Wait a minute. Wait a minute. Hold on. Boy, your head look like ballet
driver. Let go get your car. (audience laughing) Boy, if you don't get your God damned... - Out!
- [All] God damned (air whooshes) - Give me Funny Mike. (audience cheering) Give me for Little Head. Come on up here, Little Man, come on. Mike you're ready?
- I'm ready. - Little Head, you're ready?
- Absolutely. - Boy, if you don't get
your school team full of add they're a dirt dive duck super tank stupid bottom man outta here, boy. - Hey. Hey, I don't care what
they say. That was shaky. - Boy, if you don't get your I'm only funny you on Instagram head ass. - Boy, you don't get your-
- Whoa! Shaky. - Boy, if you don't get to beep beat, my blinker is on right now
looking ass outta here. (audience laughing) - Boy, if you don't get
your dirty tank top, no sleeve weak motherfucker- - Whoa, whoa! - Out!
- [Audience] God damned! (air whooshes) Okay, lets get them, though. Give me Nicholas. (audience cheering) Give me Karlous. - If you don't get your booty hand about the face looking ass
all about his son, bitch. - Whoa, whoa, whoa! It's a little shaky. It's a little shaky ball. - Boy, if you don't get your God damned, I quit a good job to work at
this bull (beep) job looking ass up outta here. - Boy, if you don't get your God damned, I'm making it to get a
couple of my rapper songs 'cause I get some more weed. - Really? If you don't get your I wanna
be a good father so I be going on dates with Mariah and her new dude. (audience cheering) - You, out!
- [Audience] God damned! (air whooshes) (horn honking) - DJ D-Wrek, who won that? - I gotta get that to the red squad. Make some noise.
- Red squad. - Give me Karlous And Milk. Give me Milk. (audience cheering) Boy, if you don't get your
God damned strong crackhead looking ass up outta here right now. - Once you don't get your
God damned every time I go to sleep, my beard, walk to the dress face ass outta here. - Oh, boy, if you don't
get your God damned drugs and alcohol that ruined my
life looking ass up outta here. - If you don't get your slick
footed ass up outta here. (whistle blows) - You, out!
- God damned! (air whooshes) - Give me D.C Young Fly. Give me Justina.
(audience cheering) - Girl, if you don't get
your God damned white girl off the hustling floor,
I'ma do this for you. I'ma do this for you. - DC, you got two toothpicks for legs and you built like a dirty
QIP microphone hard ass boy. - Oh, I might have got them. If you don't get your God damned, only thing you bring to the
barbecue is mayonnaise, ugly. (audience laughing) - Out!
- [Audience] God damned! (air whooshes) - Give me Chico up here. Give me Nick. - If you don't get your
God damned head strong head of the class, head of the department, head cheese looking ass
the (beep) outta here. - Boy, you got on Levi batons. What are those man? I
ain't never seen them. And your legs look like sour patch straws. If you don't get this strong enough top, no down the bottom leg having ass. - If you don't get your God damned, I know big ticket, but still rolling a bunch of pussies ass up outta here. - If you don't get your big
thing is my team captain, but you look like you got
dressed in the basement in the dark. - If you don't get your fake
jewelry got it from the, I got it ass machine up outta here. - Hold on! (whistle blowing) - You, out!
- [Audience] God damned! (air whooshes)
(horn honking) (audience cheering) - I know it's been crazy. DJ D-Wrek, tell us who won this day. - I gotta give it to the red squad. Make some noise for the red squad, y'all. (audience laughing) Give me B Simone.
(audience cheering) Give me Justin Lee. Justin Lee. - B Simone, you're ready?
- I'm ready. - Justin Lee, you're ready?
- I'm ready. - You all in "Hollywood Unlock", but it should have been
Hollywood on cock tit ass, boy. - You can't even get fashion over deal. - Y'all looking great
If he gained 3000 pounds of you used to call me on
my cellphone head ass boy. - You mad 'cause I get more
dick than you, hard ass. Boy! Boy! Boy! Boy! Boy!
(whistle blowing) - You, out!
- God damned! (air whooshes) - Let's keep it going.
Let's keep it going. Give me Justina. (audience cheering) Give me White. - Player, your nose
looks like a soft dick. (audience laughing) - Justina, you use your
nose to pick locks. You don't get outta
here Sandra Bullock face outta my (beep). - Player, you're big for no reason. Big head, big hands, big feet, small (beep) having head ass boy. - Big (beep) having ass with
with that God damned big boys you got going on around here. - I got it. (indistinct) (whistle blowing) - Out!
God damned! (air whooshes) Okay, all right. - Give me Little Duval. (audience cheering) Come on, baby. Come on. Give me Nicholas Connor. - What up, baby! - Okay. Nic, you're ready?
- I'm ready. Little Duval, you're ready? - Ready, man. - Man, if you don't get
your civil rights face, but Nickelodeon body ass up outta here. - If you don't get your
"Bra" by Hand Heaven, ♪ Thank you for being a friend ♪ - We doing TV shows? Why don't you get your different
shows Gary call me looking ass up outta here, Wester
looking ass up outta here, Bobb'e J looking ass up outta here, Kevin Hart looking ass up outta here, Calvin Stephen ass up outta here. - Out!
- [Audience] God damned! (air whooshes) (horn honking) - DJ D-Wrek, who won that game, man? - It's real close, but I gotta give it to the red squad. Make some noise for the red squad. - We came to play. - Okay. Family show, let's keep it fun. - Let's get this show in row. Give me D.C. Young Fly. (audience cheering) I know this is your
brother, but I gotta do it. Let's take a ride down 85
South. Give me Karlous Miller. (audience cheering) DC, you're ready?
- Ready. - Karlous, you're ready? I said, Karlous, you're ready? - Go ahead, bruh. I'm ready. I bet you won't say bring
that ass here to Jason Lee. - Boy, if you don't get your God damned, I'm about to get ready to play in the church Basketball League. - Boy, if you don't get your God damned, I look like a black
man when you put it out and try to light it again looking ass. - Boy, if you don't get your God damned, little 65 next week, your ass
ain't gonna have to shake it. This ugly, ugly. - Boy, if you don't get
your God damned dressed like a half bag of weed
looking ass up outta here. - Boy, if you don't get your
God damned four days to ago, I fell asleep at the light 'cause I ain't got enough sleep. - Boy, if you don't
get your God damned DC, you got something right here
looking at up outta here. - Boy, if you don't get your God damned, but that ass in the
grocery store looking ass- - Out!
- [Audience] God damned! (air whooshes) Red squad! Red squad! I like it. Great sportmanship. Give me Hitman Holla. (audience laughing) Give me B Simone. B Simone, you're ready?
- I'm ready. Hitman Holla, you're ready?
- Let's go. - Hitman, first your teeth was small, now they're large, baby boy. They didn't have those in a medium? (audience cheering) - You, out!
- [Audience] God damned! (air whooshes) - Give me Nicholas Cannon. (audience cheering) - Get over here, Scott. Give me Scott. (audience cheering) Boss, you're ready?
- I'm ready. - Boss goes first. - Hey beautiful. You're ready? - Yeah, I'm ready. - If you'll get your little "Kim Possible"
looking ass up outta here. - Ladies, isn't this the
guy waiting for outside in the restroom at the club? - If you don't get your ghetto tatted
Chipotle bag looking ass the (beep) up outta here. - Was it seriously necessary
to kill two honey badgers for today's episode? (audience laughing) (whistle blowing) - Sorry, boss. Out!
- [Audience] God damned! (horn honking) DJ D-Wrek, who won? - Gotta give it to the black squad. Make some noise to the black squad. Give me DC Young Fly. (audience cheering) Give me Little Head Cortez. - If you don't get your
little ear ass look wrinkle, neck (beep) the (beep) up outta here, boy. - Yeah. - Boy, your head's the same
size of that little thing on the inside of a sunflower seed. - Hey, DC, I know where
you got your slogan from. You was walking around
Midtown with your ass out and the was like, bring that here, boy. - You know what? - Your head's so small, they
shake out these girl ponytail, stupid ass, boy. Boo your ass. Boy, I'm scared (beep)- - You're the only guy I
know with three shirts and 65 pair of pants. You're the richest homeless person I know. - Richest? What you going for? Y'all know I'm longer
than Pink Street (beep). (audience laughing) (whistle blowing) - All right, DC, that was funny, but it wasn't towards your opponent. - You, out!
- God damned. (air whooshes) - I'm sorry. I'm sorry about your nose. I'm sorry. Give me Chico Bean. Give me our special guest,
Anderson. Come on here. (audience laughing) - I know why they call you Anderson Pack, 'cause God packed them
teeth in your mouth, boy. - Y'all give it up for Tory Carpool Lanes. - You're dressed like you just
got all from being homeless. - If you don't get your gas
station sweatpants wearing ass up outta here. - Your hair so big it look
like when you go to tie shoe, you do a full flip. (whistle blowing) - You, out!
- [Audience] God damned. (air whooshes) (audience laughing) - Give me Hitman Holla. - Let's go. - Hey, girl, if you don't get
your sexy ass up outta here. - Boy, you're so ugly, I'm talking so loud 'cause your ear is so small. - Man, girl, if you don't get your, I'm staying at the Marianne downtown (indistinct) ass up outta here. - Well, that's good
because yo your teeth look like hotel pillow, so it makes sense. (whistle blowing) - You, out!
- [Audience] God damned. (air whooshes) - Okay. Give me Nicholas Cannon. Give me Marques Ray. Boss, you're ready?
- Ready. - Marques, you're ready?
- Yeah. - If you don't get your, look
up, the (beep) outta here. If you don't get your
weird outfit ass out here, you look like you sit knees first (beep). (whistle blowing) - You, out!
- [Audience] God damned! (air whooshes) - Hey, yo, DJ D-Wrek,
man. Who won this game? - I gotta get to the black squad. Make some noise to the black squad. (audience cheering) - Give me Justina.
(audience cheering) Give me Cortez.
(audience cheering) Justina, you're ready?
- I'm ready. Little head Cortez. You're ready? - I'm ready. - I got glasses that sticking in your ass. - Cortez, you look like the, mosquito that started the DECA virus. - Your skin color's
the same color as bacon when it started out. - Cortez, you look like
a bouncer at a preschool. - You look like you got
way too much testosterone in your body and not enough estrogen. - Cortez, when I look at
you, all I hear is ED four. - That's why they parted
your hair the wrong way, and I can see all your tracks. - Cortez- - You, out!
- [Audience] God damned! (air whooshes)
(audience cheering) - Let's keep it going. Let's keep it going. Okay? Give me DC Young Fly.
(audience cheering) Give me B Simone.
(audience cheering) B Simone, you're ready?
- Ready. DC Young Fly, you're ready?
- Ready. - DC, you're gangster
from Atlanta with asthma. West Side is the best
side. Hold on, y'all. Lemme take my asthma. - I do got asthma, but guess what, when you wake up in the morning your (beep) yawn like this. (inhaler whooshes) - Yo, let me talk. Yo, let me talk. Let me talk. DC. DC.
(whistle blowing) - Hey! I'm hit a quit TKO. - You, out!
- [Audience] God damned! (audience cheering) - Lets get it on the road. (whistle blowing) Give me T-Pain. (audience cheering) Give me Nicholas Boss Cannon? (audience cheering) Boss.
- Yes. - You're ready?
- Ready. - T-Pain, you're ready? - I'm not sure. I'm not sure.. - Man, if you don't get your fashion over sweats camouflage toe having ass (beep) up outta here. - If you don't get your
major pain on boots (beep). - If you don't get your
strong, independent, lesbian ass looking (beep) outta here. - If you don't get your,
me and Tyga and you need to go to the same (beep) to get our hair lines back head ass. - My hair line looks good. - It's not. It's woven. It's waving like a McDonald's hair look. - If you don't get your hair, look like a pack of black mouth up (beep). - You, out!
- [Audience] God damned! (air whooshes)
(horn honking) - D-Wrek, who won, man? - I gotta get to the black squad. - Makes some noise for the
black squad. Give me Clips. Give me B Simone. (audience cheering) - Baby boy, you really gonna stand up here and act like we don't
wear the same size bra. - B Simone, you better go somewhere with that lime green
stripe under your titties. It look like you control
traffic in the strip club, two bottles this way, singles this way. - Clips at this point, call me Eve 'cause you're over there
looking like a big ass apple. - Well, speaking of apple, let's talk about the one
in your throat, Adam. - You, out!
- [Audience] God damned! (air whooshes) (audience cheering) Give me Yvng Swag. - Oh my God! - Let's get it, Swag. - Give me Lay Lay. (audience cheering) - If you don't get your God damned, I'm telling mama up outta here. - Okay, I'm rubber and you're glue, so whatever I say bounces
off me right on to you. Am I correct? - I don't care who you are. Shaky. Well your name little Lay Lay, but can't get you do the Nay Nay? - I know you are, but what am I? - I know you are, but what am I? - I know you are, but what am I? (whistle blowing) - I'll tell you what you are. - Out!
- [Audience] God damned! (audience laughing)
(air whooshes) This ought be fun. Give me Jason Lee. Give me Perez Hilton. If you don't get your
started from the bottom and now how you find your
back there at ass outta here. - [Emmanuel] Whoa! Shaky. - You know, Jason Lee, in my community, we call you (beep). - [Audience] Whoa! - What the (beep) is that? - You eat (beep) and you eat (beep). - If you open up your mouth, I know past candy gonna
come out that (beep). - You, shaky. You, out!
- [Audience] God damned! (air whooshes)
(audience cheering) - He hates me and I ate him.
Give me Nick and DJ D-Wrek. Come on out here, D-Wrek. Come on out here, D-Wrek. (whistle blowing) Get him D-Wrek. Nick, you're ready?
- Ready? - DJ big head, you're ready? - Boy, if you don't get
your fake Jordies forever my lady looking ass the (beep) outta here. - If you don't get your-
(buzzer buzzing) - If you don't get your, letter
L shaped ass up outta here. - Shaky. - If you don't get your once I get fired from Wild 'n Out, I'm
gonna get my job Djing on the ice cream truck ass
the (beep) up outta here. - Too shaky. - If you don't get your... (audience laughing) (whistle blowing) (air whooshes)
(audience cheering) All right. All right. Hold on. I need D.C. Young Fly. Emmanuel, right here.
(audience cheering) - Y'all know the rules. - Y'all know the rules.
No shake is in your rock. Right? All right? Stay in your lane. Stay in your lane, okay? - Boy, the chains on your neck cost 36, they bust ticket new winner looking ass. - I'm about to get on
your God damned kid full a of working man lil on, I can't reach the top shell looking ass. - Boy, if you don't get your
orphanage shoes weird ass the (beep) outta here, I don't curse, I'ma do it like this. You got up on a girl bed and waist having ass, boy. - Boy, don't do that 'cause
your legs were'nt moving. (air whooshes)
(audience laughing) (horn honking) - DJ D-Wrek, I gotta say
the red squad won that one. Make some noise for the red squad. - Give me Justina. (audience cheering) Give me Charlie Clips. - You got this, Justina. - Clips, your body look
like a soft (beep). - Justina, look at your knees. Your knees look like a
baby face on a sonogram. Clips, you're so big, you
could use 285 as a belt. 285 North, 28 South. 285 East, 285 West. 285 North, 28 South. - You, out!
- [Audience] God damned! (air whooshes) - Give me Karlous Miller. Give me Hitman Holla. - Go get him Holla. Cold game. - Boy, I dont know why
you bought them new teeth and you have the same gum
stupid mouth having ass boy. - Boy, Karlous' dressed like that uncle that just got outta jail. Nephew, can we get a Jersey, man? Let me get a Jersey. - Boy, if you don't get
them little beat ass change. If you laugh, you gonna
choke stupid ass niggas- - Boy, if you don't get, I'm still mad 'cause I got fired on my
day off looking ass, boy. If your God damned
dress for a baby shower, boy, in case it's snow looking ass. (audience laughing) - Out!
- [Audience] God damned! (audience cheering)
(air whooshes) Give me Shawn. Give me Little JJ.
(audience cheering) - Hey, JJ, how much weed did you smoke? You're higher than big Mac cholesterol and more faded than Nick
Cannon's rap career. - Boy, if you get your God
damned I came to Atlanta to give every stripper their money in the envelope proper body build ass. - JJ, you look like your
middle name is SoundCloud. - Boy, you build like one of them car lot balloons
(indistinct) ass, boy. - You, out!
- [Audience] God damned! (air whooshes)
(audience cheering) - Give me Nicholas Cannon.
(audience cheering) - Give me Ferg Asap.
(audience cheering) If you don't get your baby
biz Marky built looking ass up outta here. - You go straight out a
bumping in the lake having ass. - Boy, if you don't get your,
uncle at the family reunion the rib's almost done
looking ass outta here. - If you don't get your soul glow. (whistle blowing) - Out!
- [Audience] God damned! (air whooshes)
(audience cheering) (horn honking) - Yo, D-Wrek, who won this game, man? - Yo, that wasn't tie, but I gotta give it to the black squad. Make some noise for the black squad. - Asap Ferg came to play. - Let's get to it. Give me B Simone. Give me Hitman Holla. B Simone, you're ready? Hitman, you're ready? - Man, at this point, how much
wood could a wood chuck chuck if a wood chuck had them
teeth, head ass boy? - Out!
- [Audience] God damned! (air whooshes) - Give me Maya Burst. Give me me Mimi.
(audience cheering) - If you don't get your
loving flip flop head ass up outta here. - You look like you wanted
to be a "Wild N Out" girl, but nobody wan't (beep) you. - Out!
- [Audience] God damned! (air whooshes) (audience cheering) - Okay. Give, Rice. Give Clips, Charlie Clips. - You look like you
tried to bite every hand that tried to feed you, oh, hungry ass. - That's cool. That's cool. You're the first Chinese man
to open a Jamaican restaurant, you put oxtail gravy on egg food young. - You're built like the Android logo. Oh, get (beep) outta here. - You wanna know why you
don't know who your mother is? Why? - She slept with some young boy. - Out!
- [Audience] God damned! (air whooshes) - Give me Nicholas Cannon. (audience cheering) Give me Shiggy. - Boss, you ready?
- I'm ready. - Shiggy, you ready?
- I'm ready. Ready. If you don't get your
stepping, feting sucker his ass sounding ass outta here. - If you don't get that,
I just work on the top. Forget the legs ass outta here. - If you don't get your
suburban legs (indistinct) in my (beep) ass up outta here. - Okay. If you don't get your, Dorothy, I wanna go to Mariah Carey ass outta here. I wanna go home. I wanna go home. I wanna go home. I wanna go home. - Out!
- [Audience] God damned! (air whooshes) (horn honking) - Yo, keep it going for Shiggy. I gotta give him that. Make some noise for the black
squad and the red squad. DJ D-Wrek, who won that game? - Shiggy did a great job, but I gotta give it to the red squad. Make some noise for them. (audience cheering) - Okay, give me Vena. Okay, I see you there. Give me Karlous Miller.
(audience cheering) Okay. You know the rules. Okay? Vena, are you ready?
- I'm ready? Karlous Miller, you're ready? - Yeah, I'm ready. - Go ahead, Karlous 'cause I know you gonna
say something stupid. - Vena, you look like
DC in a Snapchat filter. (audience laughing) - Hello? Shut up. You smell like car grease.
(audience laughing) - Why you look like your outfit's trying to have from them boots? - You shut up. And why your video hat attached? - Hey, shaky. - You better fix your
coat. You (beep) gonna out. (audience laughing) - I might eat his ass up. - Get him. - That's why you ugly
and you wanna (beep) me. (audience cheering) - I'm leaving. - I won. - Hey, you don't decide that. - The lady won. - You, out!
- [Audience] God damned! (air whooshes) Give me Maddy. - Hey! Thank you. - Give me Hitman Holla. - Ooh! - Hitman, you're ready?
- Let's go. - Maddy, you're ready?
- Ready? - Wait, wait, wait. You're sure I can roast here 'cause soon we start having
fun, she's gonna call the cops. - Hitman, you look like
you don't know how to read. - Girl you are dressed
like a hip hop soccer mom. - Wait. Hold on, I'm confused. Hitman, if you're here, who's watching the phone
case kiosk at the mall. - Oh! - Hey. - Hey, this is that
dumb white scary movie. She ran in that couch, she gonna fall, oh my God! You, shaky. - Shaky, man. Hitman, you look like you dunk your chin in chocolate pudding. (audience laughing) - Girl, you're built like
the mama for "Brady Bunch". - Too shaky. - You're not allowed to- - No, no. That wasn't that wasn't shaky. - Out!
- [Audience] God damned! (air whooshes) Let's get to what we came here for. Give me me Charmate. Charmate, here.
(audience cheering) Give me B Simone. - Okay. - You know what, B Simone? I really like you. - Okay, well, never mind. - Oh what? You supposed to go first? - Go bitch, go.
- Okay. (audience laughing) I really like B Simone and all, but I ain't gonna lie to you, sis. You ain't found a boyfriend yet 'cause you're shaped like a
convenience store hot dog. - I know she's not talking about shape. This big bitch up here looking like a linebacker with a lakes front off. - Well, her name is B Simone, but she's really just
the beat version of me. - Hold up, y'all. Look at her shoes. She
got fire on her shoes. It really should be on her vagina 'cause we know you're burning. - [Audience] Whoa! - You, out!
- [Audience] God damned! (air whooshes) - Yo, DJ D-Wrek, who won that game? - I gotta give it to the red squad. Make some noise for
the black squad, y'all. - We came to play. - From the red squad,
give me Hitman Holla here. I want you here, Hitman here. (audience cheering) From the black squad, give me Chico Bean. I want you here, Chico Bean.
(audience cheering) - Chico, you're ready?
- Ready. - Hitman, you're ready?
- Let's go. Hitman, why you letting
them put them big teeth in your mouth, man? You look like you got a mouth
full of iPhone chargers. If you don't get the hell up outta here. - Hey, Chico Bean, you got the exact same teeth
except yours came with a 10. - Oh, that's funny. Hey, but real talk, I bet y'all ain't know
Hitman rented his teeth. He out here paying a tooth notes. You better hope they don't
withdraw when you ain't get paid. - I bet when Chico smile,
uncle Luke gonna Sue him 'cause (beep) do, do brown. - I like that. I like that. Hey, Taylor. Hey, do me a favor and tell
your brother I remixed this song and it go like this. ♪ If hit man miss a tooth payment ♪ ♪ It's gonna be some phone
charges on the payment ♪ ♪ Hey, hey ♪ ♪ Hitman Holla really is teeth ♪ ♪ I said, Hitman Holla really is teeth ♪ ♪ Hitman missed a tooth payment ♪ - You, out!
- [Audience] God damned! (air whooshes)
(audience laughing) - Let's get it popping
here. Let's keep it going. Let's keep that energy going. Give me Cerone. Give me Karlous Miller.
(audience cheering) - Boy, if you don't get your God damned, stay out of my room, mom
looking ass up outta here. - If you don't get your God damned, I got fired from "Wild N Out", and I had to go on the Breakfast club to pay for my job ass outta here. - Boy, if you don't get your
God damned stupid shoes. Not loose, extra tight, extra
white looking ass (beep) up outta here. (audience laughing) - If you don't get your God damned, I look so much like a junkie. My blood type is heroin ass outta here. - Boy, if you don't get your God damned, I'm on the poster for God damned herpes
looking ass up outta here. - Hey wait. It's gimme a high
five for that herpes joke. I thought the-
- Hell, no. Look at him, white people looking for something else to
still from the black man. Get your God damned ass outta here. - Out!
- [Audience] God damned! - That's what I'm talking about. Let's keep this heat going. From the black squad, give me Justina and give Tana right here. - Britney Spears, this is thoughtful. (beep) - Are you ready?
- Yeah. Totally ready. Totally ready. - She's not ready. Justina, you're ready?
- Ready? - Tana, if you don't get your God damned, wow, your is actually very subtle. I wish my look a little more like that. - Hey. Okay. Okay. Hey. Hey. Hey, stay in your lane. Stay in your lane. - You start. You're the guest. - Justina, if you don't
get your God damned, wait, your hair is actually so
much more violent than pink. - Thank you, I actually
just did yesterday. My bad. I got this. Tana, if you don't get your
God damned, I'm not gonna lie. You exactly the type of (beep) I like. (whistle blowing) - Hey, get up. Out, the both of you. We're done?
- Both of you. Yeah, that was terrible. - Out!
- [Audience] God damned! (audience cheering) Let's keep it going. From the red squad, give me DC Young Fly. (audience cheering) Okay. You know what? I need to give these white people a chance to redeem themselves. Give me Maddy. Maddy, I need you here. (audience cheering) - Oh my God! D.C, nice outfit. I guess they renamed the show
"Wild N Out" of the closet. - But first of all, yo ass
built like the last drop of the toothpaste. Ugly, ugly!
(audience laughing) - Hold on, wait a minute. - If we were in a relationship, I'd be the man, all right,
walking to women's car saying, "Hey, text me when you get home." - Stay in your lane, okay? You white people don't
listen. Stay in your lane. - Your asshole don't listen. - You know what your ass is built like? - [Maddy] Yeah. - A wet French fry. Ugly, ugly! - All right, okay. - You hate biscuits, ugly little girl. But you love mayonnaise, ugly. - Okay, I do. I do. Okay, hold on. I got one more. I got on more. Let me do on more. (whistle blowing) All right. - Can I say one more thing? - No.
- I have more thing. - [DC] Please. (whistle blowing)
- He's ugly. (audience laughing) - Salt and pepper ain't (beep). (audience laughing) (Emmanuel laughing) - You, out!
- [Audience] God damned! (air whooshes) (horn honking) - DJ D-Wrek, who won? - I gotta give it to the black squad. Make some noise for
the black squad, y'all. - Red squad, give me Nick Cannon. I want you here, Nick Cannon. (audience cheering) Give me Kirk. I want you here.
(audience cheering) And Cody. Give me Cody. I want you. Well, you know what? Since it's uneven here,
let me add a rule, okay? Whatever he says, it goes. I like my job, okay? - If you don't get your, I'm not racist, I got a black friend (beep) outta here. - If you don't get your face, I could last here at the sun
for hours head ass outta here. - If you don't get your fake
ass James Karaoke carpool Kara-brokee the fuck up outta here. - Okay, all right. - First off, nigga, you're sweet boy. I know you laying in your stomach with your feet cross swinging
Mariah Careh IG, boy. - I can't the (beep) up 'cause I'm still on a Percocet, the (beep) up outta here. (audience laughing)
(whistle blowing) - You, out!
- [Audience] God damned! (air whooshes)
(audience cheering) - Give me Big Mack. I want Big Mack here. You know what, Big Mack, who do you want? - Just's pick. Pick. - I want Vena.
(audience cheering) Vena, you're ready?
- Ready? - Big Mack, you're ready?
- Yeah. - Big Mack, you're shaped
like the wash and dryer set. - If you don't get your
Got damned, hello darling ass outta here. - Whoa! Shaky. Shaky.
- That's shaky. Big Mack, I bet you got a
little auntie Debbie cake in your pocket right now. (audience laughing) - You, out!
- [Audience] God damned! (air whooshes) - Give me DC Young Fly. - Let's go Fly. - From the black squad,
give me Spoken Reasons here. - Go ahead. Boy, your look like the rat
off the ninja turtle boy, ugly ass boy, I'm on your stupid ass. Boy, home is your pocket
coming out your pocket, stupid ass, I'm on your damn ass. Got on Valentines shoes
with no date, ugly ass boy. Did you? - Boy, if you don't get your (screams), I got to scream to be funny ass boy. (whistle blowing)
(audience laughing) - Did he just scream at me? (whistle blowing) Did he (beep) just scream? Oh, he was impersonating me. I'm about to get on your ass, boy, if you don't get your, I stole my boy, Emanuel video
four years, ugly ass boy. Why you asking all them questions? Not your video, ugly ass boy. - Boy, if you don't get your internet, you came from my left
nut looking ass, boy. - Whoa! Shaky.
- Guess what? Guess why Russell Simmons dropped you? He said your ass was
over-driving on the race car. (audience laughing) - Ain't nobody never
over-driving on the race car. But this (beep) ugly (indistinct). (audience laughing) - Man, race cars even
ain't invented no more. - I know, 'cause of you, stupid, Amber. (audience laughing) (whistle blowing)] - You, out!
- [Audience] God damned! (air whooshes) (horn honking) - DJ D-Wrek, who won that game, man? - I gotta give it to the red squad. Keep it going for the red squad, y'all. - Give me Nuty. Give me Cortez. Here! I want you here. (audience cheering) - Cortez, you look like et
phone home and nobody answered. (audience laughing) - If you don't get your God
damned pumpkins spice latte, pale face ass the fuck up outta here. - You look like you should be vibrating on Justina's nightstand. (audience laughing) - You look like Justina
before MTV loved her. - Oh! - You're a Virgin. Okay. (whistle blowing) - You, out!
- [Audience] God damned! (air whooshes) - That was good one. (audience cheering) - Give me Big Mack. I want you here. Give me Bobb'e J. I want Bobb'e J here. - Boy, you built like a
mother (beep) trash bag full of garbage (beep). - What you mean?
- Point taken. - If you don't get your
Got damned my brother and me goofy punch looking outta here. - Hey, he got a mixtape coming out called "Sorry for the Wait". (audience laughing) - If you don't get your Got
damned, I'm sorry, Martin. I'm sorry I lied to you. I just wanna go to Arizona. I just wanna go to Arizona.
(audience cheering) - You, out!
- [Audience] God damned! (air whooshes) - That was a good one. - Give me Nicholas Cannon.
(audience cheering) Black squad, Give me PNB Rock. - Boy, if you don't get your, my hat attached to
these braids looking ass the (beep) outta here. - That's a shaky, boss. That's a shaky. - Man, if you don't get you
the only time I got a good rap as if it's wrapped around my
head hard little ass nigga. - If you don't get your
long neck, take two hours to swallow (beep) up outta here. - You look like you lay on your back when you read Instagram comics. You know what I'm saying? - If you don't get your
waffle house shoe wear the (beep) outta here. - The two shaky, boss. - You, out!
- [Audience] God damned! (air whooshes) - Give me DC Young Fly.
(audience cheering) - Give me Charlie Clips.
(audience cheering) - You know I'm a gentleman.
Lesbians first, man. (audience laughing) - If I'm a lesbian, why your
ass up here built like auntie ugly ass boy? You got no kids, ugly ass boy. - Go like this again and stop. Don't look like a city trans mannequin if you don't get your feet on. (audience laughing) - Okay, hold up. Boy, (beep), I bet your
glucose level highs as hell, ugly ass boy. - Hey, hey, listen, man. I saw that movie, "How High", and what I wanna know is
how high was the (beep) that gave you that role? Y'all acting in that movie was very um... - Shaky. Shaky.
- Exactly. - Okay. Okay. Okay. I know you aint talking. - Okay.
(whistle blowing) - Your weave been blasting all day. (audience laughing) - You, out!
- [Audience] God damned! (air whooshes)
(whistle blowing) - Hey, DJ D-Wrek, who won? - I gotta give it to the black squad. Make some noise for
the black squad, y'all. - Give me Bobb'e J, I
need you here, Bobb'e J. Give me Justina. - Let's go.
- Okay, Let's go. - Justina, you're ready?
- You are damn right. Bobb'e J, you're ready?
- I'm ready? - I see they set the bar real low. Bobb'e, it looks like your mom
got pregnant off pre (beep). - Hey, ain't she built
like one of the strippers in Gran Nevado? - Hey, lemme, hold on. Lemme see you move like this. Lemme see you move like this. Lemme see you do it. Lemme see you do it. Lemme see you do it.
(audience laughing) - Bobb'e. - You, out!
- [Audience] God damned! (air whooshes)
(audience cheering) - Next up, give me Hitman Holla. I need you here. - Hey!
- Holla. The beautiful, I need you here. Come on. - La! La! If you don't get your perfect boobs. I saw 'em on "Power", girl. I love you. - I ain't gonna lie.
I saw the episode too. - Oh my God!
- I'm sorry. Let me stay I my lane.
Let me stay I my lane. - Oh my God! I'ma need you to get a new dentist 'cause them teeth look like I
could put my AirPods in them. - You, out!
- [Audience] God damned! - Okay, let's give the
people what they came for. Give me DeRay Davis here.
I need to here, D Wright. (audience laughing) Give me DC Young Fly. (audience cheering) DC, if you don't get your hookah pipe body shaped outta here. - Boy, your ass look like every girl when they take they ladies front out girl. (audience laughing) Look what it did to me. - If you don't get your Timberly with the tree chopped off
shoes wearing ass outta here. - That's pretty funny. Point taken. - DC, you got a tattoo of a fat you on your back ass (beep). - How the hell are you
light-skinned with a Mexican beard? Ugly, ugly. And you got the Lego chin. Ugly, ugly. - I see him doing the face. He's doing faces. He's doing faces? - You, out!
- [Audience] God damned! (air whooshes) - You hood wearing, start
wearing ass mother (beep). Y'all even don't belong here. Get your (indistinct)
the (beep) outta here. (horn honking) - DJ D-Wrek, man, make
some sense outta this. - I gotta get that to the New School. Make some noise for the New School, y'all. (audience cheering) - Let's get to it. Old School, step up, New School, step up. Let's get it popping. Okay? Okay. Scared popping up the right way. From the Old School, give me Conceited. I need you here.
(audience cheering) Conceited, here. New School, give me Tana Chronicles. I need you here. Tana, please come here. - The battle or the tattoos. - Okay. Con, you're ready?
- I'm ready. - Tana, you're ready?
- Yes, sir. - Tyler, you're build
like a lesbian soccer mom. (audience laughing) - You kiss all your women like this. - You got a big upper
body and little legs. You look like that little
Lobster from "SpongeBob". - You look like a bouncer at a daycare. Hey, hey, sit your ass. Hey, you can't come in
here. No, sit your ass down. I run this shit. - Tyler, them legs still. They look (beep) like they
did not finish downloading. (audience laughing) - Hey, ladies, this is what
happened when (beep) told you, "Yeah, I pulled out, a little bit." (whistle blowing) - You, out!
- [Audience] God damned! (air whooshes) - New School, give me B Simone. I need you here, B Simone. (audience laughing) From the Old School, welcome back. Give me Timothy DeLaGhetto. (audience cheering) - Wait, wait (beep). - Oh.
- Okay. - It's funny 'cause you got
that hair at my mom's shop. - Well, Timothy, you're rude ass (beep). Open your eyes when you talk to me. - Open my eyes and I
can see those eyelashes that you also got on my mom's shop. - Okay, I didn't mean to be so rude. I know you're Asian. You eat cat. Come here. - It's funny 'cause I'm down. - So, you, out!
- [Audience] God damned! (air whooshes) - Okay? Let's keep it going, all right? Old School, give me Hitman Holla. I need you here. New School, give me Teddy. I need you here, Teddy. Hey, don't he look like somebody put a jacket on a PT cruiser? - Ah, funny. A fat joke. Right? I am big, bigger than your music career. - [Audience] Ow! - Hey, he built like that Easter egg that fell out of this Easter basket. (audience laughing) - Okay. Well, here we go. You're the only man
that got lowercase gums and capital teeth. I bet your dentist
charge you by the tooth. I bet you sneeze, your
nipple might bite off, (sneezes) having ass. (audience laughing) (whistle blowing) - You, out!
- [Audience] God damned! (air whooshes) - New School, give me Santwon here. Santwon. Old School, give me
Justina, I need you here. - Why you look like you
showed up 10 minutes early to a (beep) appointment. - Because I'm punctual. And also, ladies and
gentlemen, introducing, "Breaking Bad" meth mouth Barbie. She comes quick with daddy issues, stuck bra and a lust for appropriation. Ass sold separately. - Damn. - I'm ten minutes early
for my (beep) appointment. She's not ass so separately. Ass so separately. Ass so separately. - Yeah, the ass so separately, I get shots like you. Look, okay. - You, out!
- [Audience] God damned! (air whooshes) (audience cheering)
(horn honking) - It was a hell of a game. He got physical was in there. E, man, was in there. DJ D-Wrek, who won? - I gotta give it to 'em. The New School took that one. Make some noise for the New School, y'all. - What! - Get me Karlous Miller on the right. (audience cheering) - Let's go.
- All right. - Give me Bobb'e J. You, Karlous. Bobb'e, I need you here. - Karlous, you're ready?
- I'm ready. - Bobb'e J, you're ready?
- I'm ready. (audience laughing) - Ladies, this is what happened when you only take half
of the plan B pill. - Hey! Hey don't Karlous look like that uncle that be trying to (beep) your girl? Hey, nephew. That's you. That's you, huh? That's you, nephew? - I like that, nephew. - Boy, if you don't get your
baby body grown man feet. Look like you ain't going nowhere fans, ninja turtle face ass little boy. - One shaky. - Hey, Karlous look like
he should be on the front of the black and mouth box like this. (audience laughing) - You, out!
- [Audience] God damned! (air whooshes) - Okay. Give Chico Bean. I need
you here, Chico Bean. (audience cheering) From the New School, give
me Santwon. I need you here. Santwon, here. - Ain't Chico built like a
strong, independent woman. (audience laughing) - Real quick. Like is your real name Santwon? That's on your birth certificate? Like you was gay that early that your mama to know the name to that. - Like that's crazy. Like he must have came out
the womb and just went, "Wow!" - Okay. All right. Well, that's fine. You look like you'd opened
a mechanic shop for studs. Come on now. Gotta be real. - That's one shaky. One shaky. - But Santwon, bro, like I'm sure when this TV show come out, you gonna have gay men
all over America calling they mama's like, really mama, Richard, that's the best you could do? Like I'm sitting here watching
watching Santwon on TV. You couldn't put an ass in
front of my name. Really? - Sanwan, you, out.
- [Audience] God damned! (air whooshes) - Old School, give me
Justina. I need you here. - Oh, okay. - New School, give me Pretty Vena. Here, I need you here. - Justina, you look like
a trailer park owner. - Vena, you look like
a ghetto tennis coach. - Girl, your Adam apple big. - So is yours. - Siz, you look like little Fizz after he got kicked off
the Millennium Tour. - Shaky, shaky. - Girl, you a tall Republican. - A little trombone. - There it is shaky. - Hold on one second. Okay, B Simone called. She says she want her style back. Hey, sad baby girl.
- Little blow. - First of all, check, let me tell you something really. - You, out!
- [Audience] God damned! (air whooshes) - Old School, give me DeRay Davis. (audience cheering) New School, give me Big
Mack. I need you here. (audience cheering) - If you don't get your Got
damned orthopedic Trey songs looking ass outta here. (audience laughing) Instead of your dead homies, you got tattoos of all the restaurants that closed on your back. - If you don't get your Got
damned Muslim pride director, dresses looking that here. - Whoa, shaky! - You look like you were
supposed to be twins, but you ate your brother in the womb. (audience laughing) - If you don't get your God damned, all my life, I been bald
haircut looking outta here. - Two shaky. - You, out!
- [Audience] God damned! (air whooshes) - Let's get to it, New
School, give me DC Young Fly. I need you here.
(audience cheering) Old School, starting to crack some heads. Give me head crack.
- Let's go. - Okay, cool. - D.C. Young Fly looks
like he belongs in a gang. - Shaky. - Boy, you ass sound like a youth pastor, but don't nobody come to your church ugly. We working on that. I know I got two people
in the congregation, but a matter of fact, y'all can go home. We gonna try again next time. - D.C. Young Fly is the
great value, Chris Tucker. - Whoa! - Boy, if you don't get
your toy soldiers, boy, we the google night looking ass. - Wait. Hold up. - You jumping head crack,
just leave him, go. Let him go. - Are you sure? - Let you jump my friend.
What you gonna say? - Okay. - Well both of y'all look
like y'all do these at home. Uh-oh, Andy's coming. (audience laughing) (air whooshes) (horn honking) - DJ D-Wrek, man. Who won? - All right, DC, you killed
it, but it wasn't enough. I gotta give it to the Old School squad. - Old School! That's
what I'm talking about. - Give me Karlous Miller. I need you here. (audience cheering) - Oh, G, that's what you do. - New School. Give me Tyler Chronicles. I need you here.
(audience cheering) (Tyler laughing) - You're the only person on this show with a beard full of eyelashes. Mimi told me that (beep)
on your shirt stand for this (beep) steal. (audience laughing) - Hey, Tyler. Fix your pants. Your camera toe is showing. - Karlous, remind me
of a trap builder bear. "Mommy, I want the one with the cigarette looking ass." - Boy, you not about to stand on this show and act like you're not
standing there twerking. I don't know what the hell. (audience laughing)
(whistle blowing) - You, out!
- [Audience] God damned! - There we go! - All right, all right. New School, give me Mimi. Mimi, I need you here.
(audience cheering) Old School, give me Shuler I need you here, Shuler. (audience cheering) (audience laughing) - Ladies first, please. - Ladies first, go ahead.
- Oh, okay. All right. You look like an angel to
sell (beep) on the side. - I'm gonna save you
further embarrassment. - You, out!
- [Audience] God damned! (air whooshes)
(audience cheering) - You know what? You're on fire. Give me Shuler. I need you back up here. Shuler, I need you here. - Maddie, you're up. Give me Maddie. - Ladies first, go ahead. - Okay, oh, Shuler,
you're like an umbrella 'cause when I'm with
you, I do not get wet. (audience laughing) - Maddie, you look like
you lost your virginity to one of your daddy's farm animals. (audience laughing) I know you get little when I do this. (whistle blowing) - You, out!
- [Audience] God damned! (air whooshes) - Give me Nessy. I need you here. Nessy, I need you here. Here, Nessy, I need you here. Sorry. - Give me DC Young Fly. I need you here. - Girl, you're nose longer
than Tara Boulevard (beep). (audience laughing) - For 33 cents a day, y'all
can sponsor this child. - I ain't even gonna lie. Boy, yo shoes look tight as hell, I thought they was socks, ugly. - You, out!
- [Audience] God damned! (audience laughing)
(air whooshes) - Nicholas Cannon, I need
you here, Nicholas Cannon. (audience laughing) - Trinidad James, I need you here. - Don't just look like every mama who's picking up their kids after school. - How you got on two watches and you still in the wrong season? - Trinidad James, the only rapper to win a Grammy for a best hair braider. - Nick Cannon has no Grammies. - And Trinidad James has no more money. (whistle blowing) - You, out!
- [Audience] God damned! (air whooshes) (horn honking) - Yo, make some noise for Trinidad James. That's my brother. Yo, DJ D-Wrek, who won? - I gotta get that to the Old School. Make some noise for the Old School, y'all. - DC Young Fly, I need you here. I want you here. There you go. Pretty Vee, I need you here. Pretty Vee, I need you here. (audience cheering) Vee, are you ready?
- I am. - All right. I know you're ready. - Your ass up here built
like a great day ugly, ugly. - DC, we're built this same. - I know. - That's why we are here be looking like two live ass germs looking ass, girl. You built like a intestines, ugly ass. (audience laughing) - DC, stop. - DC, you're built like
when a knee in or legs. Didn't mention our bras, is it? Your?
- No. - One shaky.
- Whoa! - Boy, if you don't get your
auntie built looking ass, I'll whoop your ass outta here. - You already know where I'm going. - Boo your ass. - Get your outta here. You took too long. - You, out!
- [Audience] God damned! (audience cheering) - [D.C] He want no smoke. - I like it. That's how you start it off. Give me Charlie clips. I need you here. (audience cheering) - Give me Conceited.
I need you right here. Come up. Con, you're ready?
- Ready. Clips, you're ready?
- Let's get it. - You so fat, the pastor
couldn't even lift your spirit. - Let's go, Con. - This is what happens
when a Haitian woman put all her jewelry on a voodoo doll, if you don't get your
little body outta here. (audience laughing) - Why the hell y'all got me
going against Malcolm XXL. - This (beep) look like the world's most expensive wind up toy. Yeah, cut the beat. Cut the beat. - You brush your teeth with food. - That, what? (whistle blowing) - Hey, you, out!
- [Audience] God damned! (air whooshes)
(audience cheering) - Nick, I want you here. Justina, I need you here.
This is where I want you. Okay.
- I need you here. Boss, you're ready?
- Ready? Justina, you're ready?
- You're damn right. Boss, thank you so much
for getting our job back. We are so grateful. Oh, no, I wasn't talking to you Nick. I'm on the phone with Viacom. (audience laughing) - Okay. Okay. I know this is what you've been waiting to hear all your life. Good job, my (beep). - All right, Nick. - Let me see your abs real quick. Let me see the abs. Y'all wanna see Nick's abs
make some noise, ladies. Let me see the abs. - All right. You look good. You went
to the same doctor as Rip? - She wanna go too.
- One shaky. - Justina. Hold on. Let me see your ass real quick. Let me see, oh, there isn't one. (whistle blowing) - Unfortunately Nick, you
crossed lanes too many times. You, out!
- [Audience] God damned! Get outta here.
(air whooshes) (audience laughing) DJ D-Wrek, that was was an
intense one, man. Who won? - Man, that was real intense. I gotta give it to Team Evolution. Make some noise for Team Evolution, y'all. - Give me Cortez. I need you here. Because I need you
here, Cortez revolution. Give me Maddy. Maddy, I need you here. Maddy, I want you there. Cortez, you're ready?
- I'm ready. - Maddie, you are ready?
- I'm ready? - All right, Cortez. Out here built like a
(beep) job. All teeth. - All white? - No, Seriously, all white. (audience laughing) - You, shaky. - Okay. So like how does sex work? You just put the whole body in or... (audience laughing) - You see well at night. Don't you? With your stepbrother, right? - Oh. Okay.
- Oh. - This is perfect. I was looking for the
raisin for my potato salad. (audience laughing) - Let's go, Maddy. Let's go. She put raisins in her potato salad. (whistle blowing) - You, out!
- [Audience] God damned! (air whooshes) - That's what I'm
talking about now, Maddy. - Got 'em raising in Carlifonia. - Let's keep the fire
going. Let's keep it hot. Jess Hilarious, I need you here. I want you here. Give me D-Wrek. D-Wrek, I need you here. - Bitch, I told you don't
go to the party like that. Like why is you dressed like that? I said, be ready 10 minutes to go. - Jess, if it was ladies
night at the club, you'd have to bring your
birth certificate to get in. (audience laughing) - I'm saying, but I'm
saying though, bitch, you forgot your wig. That's not what we do,
bitch. We forgot your wig. You braided up under there. - I bet you got an only man's faith page. - If's not Halloween, bitch. Well, if it was, you would
be going as homeless. Come on. What are you doing? - If I had a makeup wipe,
I'd ruin your life right now. (audience laughing) (whistle blowing) - You, out!
- [Audience] God damned! It's okay. It's okay. Give me Rick. Evolution
now need Rick, okay? I need you here. Godfrey, I need you right here, Godfrey. Let's hear it buddy. - Chicago versus Chicago.
- Okay. Heavyweight battle. - Yo, Rip, why you look
like an old muscular boy? (all laughing) - Hilarious. - Why you got your
dreads pushed to the side like you are African (beep). - I want to see all the
balls I saw called us. Please put them right here. I want to see them. Okay. That was a good one. - Lucy. - Why you look like slave
number one in every slave movie? Mm. No lines just humming.
- Okay. You got the body of a civil rights lead that don't March a lot. You be like, oh, y'all going to Memphis. Nah, I'm a chill right here. - Your shoes are so big, they look like they got
medicine at the bottom (beep). (audience laughing) - Oh, okay. - No, we ain't talking about shoes. Your shoes look like they
came with a free oil chain. You got giffy Luis Vutton.
(audience laughing) - Giffy Luis Vutton - You, out!
- [Audience] God damned! (air whooshes) - Make some noise for them. Me and Ilani Love had to dig that out. I'm glad we did because I
got too much love for Ilani. DJ D-Wrek, who won that game? - I gotta give that to Team Evolution. Makes some noise with
Team Evolution, y'all. Revolution, give me Amber. Amber, I need you here. (audience cheering) Charlie Clips, get on up here Clips. Clips, hey. Hey, Clips, you're ready?
- Let's get it. - Amber, you're ready?
- Yeah. - Give me your number. You
know, I might, you know. - Girl, you go first. - Now, how about we're
treat it like a buffet and you go first. - Ooh! - Talk, yo. Talk. - You know what? I'm not
even mad at that joke. I'm just happy they finally
gave Candy a episode. - Well, that's nice. That's nice. Well, I'm thinking about
getting my breast done. What doctor you went to? - Oh! - Hey. Hey, Amber, with those two pink stripes, it looked like you control traffic in Nick cannon house. Second, third baby mother this way, first one, stop. - Ooh, okay. - Okay, well you look like
your ankle's about to give up. I bet three of your toes sleep right now. (audience laughing) - You, out!
- [Audience] God damned! (air whooshes) - Let's keep it going. I like that energy. Give me Teddy. Teddy, I need you here. Teddy, I want you here. Give me Jess with a mess.
I need you here, Jess. I want you here. I need you there. Teddy, you're ready?
- I'm ready. - Jess with a mess, you're ready? - Absolutely. - I don't really feel
like I should be going against a lot of people. You feel me? That's, hear me out. - Okay. Who left their dog off the leash? Come here, sit boy, sit? - Oh! Okay. You built upside down baby girl. - Right. Right. - Yo, Jess hilarious got from a doctor but her face from her dad. - I did. I look just like my father, man. Where you get your side titties from? - Okay. - The same doctor that made you look like Kawhi Leonard with ass
shots, you need to stop. - Oh, boy! - You, out!
- [Audience] God damned! (air whooshes)
(audience cheering) - Evolution, give me Little JJ. I need you here. I want you here. Give me DeRay Davis, I need you here. I want you here. - Two, matches at this game. - You look like a drug dog. That (beep) showed me four
(beep) he got weed back there. (audience laughing) Your big ass nose. If you nose bleed, we
gonna drown in this bitch. (whistle blowing) I'm not stopping. His hair is just as- - You look like an albino boy constricted. - You look like you gave
him a long time ago. - You look like Calvin came- - Nobody believe in you. (whistle blowing) - It looked like your beard
broke up with your face. - (indistinct) like your light-skin ass. - You look like you
masturbate with the cartoons. You and you.
- No. - Look, out. Get of me. Get of me. Both of you, outta here. (air whooshes)
(whistle blowing) (audience laughing) - DJ D-Wrek, make some sense out of this. - I gotta give that to
Nick and the Revolution. Make some noise for Nick
and the Revolution, y'all. - Jess Hilarious, I need you here. (audience cheering) Old School, Justina, I need you here. - [Nick] Queen versus queen. - Justina, you're ready? - You are damn right. - Jess Hilarious, you're ready. - I'm ready. - They leaked your news
on animalplanet.com. (audience laughing) - Jess, you look like you stun double for the gorilla blue girl. - You make dildos soft.
(audience laughing) - Jess, you look like you
was the first round pick for the Sacramento Kings. - If you was a porn star, the category would be family reunion. (audience laughing) - Why you got the same
edges as Chico Bean? - One shaky. Is she through?
- It's messed up, Nick. They got two team partners,
Donnell Rolls and Jeffree Star. (audience laughing) - What's funny is you look
like Donnell in the face. (whistle blowing)
- Two shaky! - You, out!
- [Audience] God damned! - Ladies in the building, Jess Hilarious. Old School, let's keep it going. Candy, I need you here. - Okay.
- That's where I want you. No one other better than DC Young Fly. I need you here. - Let's go, Fly. Let's get him, Fly. Karlous, you're ready?
- I'm ready? - D.C, you're ready?
- I'm ready? - DC, if you don't get, you
Got damned just hilarious once you take you the makeup
looking ass up outta here. - Oh, the hell, bought
your ass baby oat meal and apple salad, ugly ass, boy. - Boy. if you don't get your God damned, ever thought of switching to gay, gay looking ass outta here. - Boy, your hair look like
everybody begging their uncle. - Boy, if you don't get your God damned, getting the same braids Nick
threw away three seasons ago looking ass outta here, boy. - Boy, you know what you look like? My left nut, ugly ass. - Boy, if you don't get
your Got damned tight pants that came with a (beep) boy ass. - Boy, I know you talk about nobody, but your voice sound like Justina's. - Boy, if you don't get your God damned, little bit of hair, no
beard having on the face. - Boy, your ass look
like they're (beep) mad when they're saying, he
ain't got no black mouth. What do you mean you
ain't go no black mouth? - Boy, if you don't get your God damned, you like a black mouth when
you point it out trying to light that bitch again
looking ass up outta here. (audience laughing) - Boy, if you don't get your God damned, I ain't gonna buy a car if it ain't got damn less than a 86 ugly. (audience laughing) - Boy, if you don't get
your God damned baby braids look like stitches on your
head here up outta here. - Boy, if you don't get your God damned, I wasn't playing because (indistinct). (whistle blowing) - [Nick] Chico! - Here's the first time in
history both of you guys are just doing incredibly too good. So we gonna get you
two both up outta here. You both won. Back to spot. It's a draw. Nicholas, boss Cannon, I need you here. Right now. Come on out here, brother. (audience cheering) Nick, you're ready?
- Ready. - Corey, you're ready? - I ain't got no mic. - We can hear you. - Nah, I want that. I want that. (audience laughing) That's not what I mean. (whistle blowing) - Game over. (audience cheering) - Maybe one of the most classy
Got damned we've ever had, who won? - I gotta get that to the New School. Make some noise for New School, y'all. - Okay. Maddy, New School, I need
you here. I want there. Give me Rip Michaels. Michael (indistinct). Let's go. I want you. Rip, you're ready?
- Yes, sir. - Maddy, you're ready?
- Yep. - I'ma let you go first 'cause I don't want you calling the cops saying I did (beep), so take your time. (audience laughing) - Here we go. Rip wait, wait, hold on. Where's your sleeves? Are they still in the closet like you? (audience laughing) - Hilarious. You look like the type of
white girl that marched for no reason. You don't even know the cause, you'd be like, "George, say his name. George Foreman, say his name." - Hold on, wait, hold on. If you're here, who's driving the white
van giving candy to kids? - [All] Oh! - Listen, Why your chest look like that? It looked like the police came and broke your titties
up and was like, look, you go over there, you go over there. If y'all come back and I'm y'all together, y'all both going to jail. - Okay.
- One shaky. - Yo, Rip. You're talking about my body. I gotta say something
while out our God says, raise your hand if you're
missing a waist trainer. Yeah. Rip stole it. - I found drove shaky. One shaky. - Hey, I'm just trying to get my stomach as light as your ass. - Oh! All right, Rip. If you don't get your
Wu Tang in the streets, RuPaul in the sheets ass outta here. - If you don't get your Got damned, no hot sauce using no
season of salt using, putting raisins in potato salad- (whistle blowing) - Two shaky. - You, out!
- [Audience] God damned! (air whooshes)
(audience laughing) - Justina, I need you here. - Oh, you're damn right, huh. - Biggest of Mac, I need you, Big Mac. I want you there. - Go ahead, sir. - Fat lives matter. (audience laughing) - If you don't get your God damned, Michael Rappaport inside of a Chucky doll wig looking outta here. - One shaky. - You went to the doctor and
said, do I have diabetes? He said, "Yes." - Wow! Justina, your is so flat and look like the praying hands emojis. She looks like this.
(audience laughing) - You look like you turn
on the cooking channel to jerk off, beans and
greens, potatoes, tomatoes. - Your boobs look like sand poker balls. (whistle blowing)
You, two shakies. Out!
- Okay. - [Audience] God damned!
(air whooshes) - Okay, let's keep going. Bobb'e from the New
school, I need you here. This is who I want. I want you up here. Old School, give me Old School. Godfrey, I need you here. - Let's come on, OG. Let the youngster know. - Boy, you look like
Killmonger going through a midlife crisis. (audience laughing) - Yeah. - Why do you look like
you used to be the (beep). - Hey, let me tell you something. You look like you (beep) at the barbershop to do all the women's hair. - Bobb'e, what line were you in when they were passing out handsome? - Hey, look, where have you being since Got damned soul playing, my boy? (audience laughing) - Bobb'e, why do you have
a face of a tall man? (audience laughing) - Hey, Hey. Hey, why you built like
a female body builder with little legs? - One shaky.
- Sorry Bobb'e. They're proportion.
(audience laughing) It looks like Bobb'e's
face tried to be tall and his body said, we're cool right here. Get him. Let's go OG. Let's go. (whistle blowing) - You, out!
- [Audience] God damned! (air whooshes)
(audience cheering) - Nick Cannon, I need you here, boss. I need you here.
(audience cheering) Captain versus captain. Swag, I need you here. - Yo, head Got damned ain't
got no soles in all your shoes. - Stop him! (whistle blowing) - One shaky. - So how you look like a
strong lesbian dinosaur. - Lick a lot of pus. - Your look like you Got damned
getting in a basketball game and fall out every single time. - That's it. That's it. That's it. (whistle blowing) You, out!
- [Audience] God damned! - Thanks so much, boy.
(air whooshes) (audience cheering) - Old School took that one. Make some noise for
that Old School, y'all. - Yeah, it was getting scary for minute, I had to step up in and get to it. We'll have more games to play. Everybody on their feet. D-Wrek, take us out. (upbeat music)
- [All] Party! Party! Party!
