- Let her go. (whistle wailing) - Maddy, you met your husband
at your family reunion. - Oh. (audience ooh's) Okay. Well, I got laid last
night, but your edges didn't. (audience laughing) (whistle wailing) - [All] You, are out! - I wasn't finished. - [All] Got damned. (bell dings) - [Jess Hilarious] I didn't get to finish. - Give me DeRay Davis. I need you here. (audience cheers) Maddy, I need you here. - [Nick] Maddy with the fatty. (audience cheers) Uh-oh. - [Ref] Maddy you're ready? - Ready. - Alright, you're ready? - Yes. - Well let's roast. - You look unseasoned. (audience laughing) - Alright, alright. You look like you (bleep)
ass out of a to-go box. (audience cheers) - You look like your missionary position and doggy-style feel the same. - Oh, okay. Hey man, your braids are falling off
just like you did in 2004. (audience oh's) - You look like a damn damn girl. I look at your Instagram,
damn. In person, damn. - Oh okay. - Those braids came with
an Alicia Keys album. (audience laughing) (whistle wailing) - [DeRay] They did. ♪ I keep on falling out of this game ♪ (whistle wailing) - You, are out! - [All] Got damned. (bell dings) - [Nick] That was a good
one. That was a good one. - Old school. Give me Karlous
Miller. I need you here. (audience cheers) - Let's go! The goat, The goat! - What's up. - Give Big Mac. I need you
here Big Mac. I want you there. - [Nick] Get 'em Well let's roast. - Boy, if you don't get your goddamn, I got a sandwich in my boot
looking ass outta here. (audience laughing) - It's funny every time Lous do that you can see his arthritis acting up. "If you don't get your..." (Big Mac groans) - Speaking of arthritis,
let's talk about diabetes. Big Mac. If you don't get your God damn, I got thrown out the hotel
for eating three pillows, looking ass up outta here. - Every time you order wings you're like, let me get half lemon
pepper, half black and milds. - Every time you order wings you be like, gimme me all them bitches. - Karlous looked like he (bleep) and he give you oil changes afterwards. - Oh! - He'll lick it and then he tune it up. - Hey, hey. One milkshake-y. - Bruh, you got a breast reduction since last season didn't you? - Karlous, you looked like
splinter if he smoked menthol's. (whistle wailing) - Two milkshake-ies. You, are out! - [All] Got damned. - [Nick] Karlous Miller in this bitch. That's how we do old school. - Old school, give me Nicholas Cannon. I need my boss right here. New school, Give me Mr. Delivert. I need you here, Mr. Deliveret. - Well let's roast. - Andrew, I'll say it man,
I'm so happy that you're here. I'm so happy you got dressed up. But my brother LV does
not make those boots. What are those? Larry Vuitton. - Let me tell you something. You look Like you need to be
delivered from unprotected sex. All the babies you got out here. (whistle tweets) - One shaky. - You're probably right,
and you know what? You probably know how it would
feel if you ever felt vagina. (audience oh's) - Man, let me tell you something. You out here at the clinic, trying to find some broke control. They just, actually they
coming out with 'em next month. - Okay.
- [Delivert] Some pills. - Y-y-you're outta here.
Coach says, you out. - [All] Got damned. (audience applauding)
(bell dinging) - B. Simone, who do you want? - I want whoever want me. (audience ooh's) - Okay, okay. - [Nick] Talking that talk.
(audience cheers) - Maddy, I need you here. - Alright.
- That's where I want ya. - I want her.
- That's where I want ya. Okay. B, you're ready?
- I'm ready. Maddy, you're ready?
- I'm ready. - Well let's roast. - Security, seat filler on stage. Seat filler's on stage, Security. (audience oh's) - Oh, okay, alright. I'm
a little intimidated. I can't believe I get
to battle Cisco, but... (audience aww's) (Maddy laughing) - Yeah, if she was a condiment,
what do you think she'd be? I'm gonna say hot sauce 'cause
that (bleep) is burning. (audience woah's) - Alright, Alright. I read your book, tell your writer I loved it. (audience oh's) - See there's two white girls on stage. She's the most talented.
No, not 'cause you're funny, 'cause you suck (bleep) very well. - Oh wait, let me just say this. How'd you lose weight
and still look the same? (audience oh's)
(audience laughing) (whistle wailing) - You, are out!
- Okay. - [All] Got damned. (bell rings) - From the new school, gimme
your favorite Starburst. Santwon, I need you here. - [Nick] Favorite Starburst? - From the old school, Give me Conceited. Conceited, I need you here. - [Nick] Two bad bitches. - Well let's roast. - Why you up here looking
like Gay-son Derulo? (audience laughing) - Gay-son Derulo. - [Ref] Ah, ah, ah, ah. Come back, Come back. - Why do you look like you
throw neck at a truck stop? (audience ooh's) - I don't get it. With that
vest on you like a gay 50 cent. Your album called "Get
(bleep) or Die Trying". (audience laughing) - You kinda remind me
of a candy wrapper with those sweet bars you got over there sir. Mhm, sweet. They real sweet. - Sound like they
flirting with each other. - Me? (bleep) I'm not. (Whistle wailing) - One shaky. - Thank you. - (mimicking) Thank you. That looking like a bulletproof vest, that only stop (bleep) shots. (audience laughing) - Come on man. (whistle wailing) You, are out! - [All] Got damned. - Let's go C-to man. - West side with it, we got it. - From the new school,
Give me DC Young Fly (audience cheering) Old School, give me Nick Cannon. Nick Cannon, I need you here. Right there. Y'all clap it up for the
boss man here. Clap it up. Well let's roast. - DC, them jeans gon' give
you a yeast infection. - Boy I know you ain't talking. Look at your outfit, up here looking like some bad ass Mexican candy, ugly ass. (audience laughing) - I'm tired. Yeah, I was
tired. I was so sleepy. (Nick yawns) I think imma take me a nap. (audience oh's)
(audience laughing) - See that wasn't funny 'cause
a lot of y'all that laughed, (bleep), you look like that
when you take your wig off. (audience roars w/ laughter)
(bleep) off with you. What you talkin' 'bout
(whistle wailing) - You, are out! - [All] Got damned. (bell dings) - From the old school, Hitman
Holler. I need you here. - [Nick] Oh! - I want you here. - Ball-game. Talk to 'em Holler. - Give me the new guy,
here. I need you here. I want you here. ♪ Ooh ooh oh ♪ - [Nick] His name is Morgan. (guitar strums)
♪ Ooh nah nah no no ♪ - Hitman, you're ready? - I'm ready. - Morgan, you're ready? - Yep. - Well let's roast. - Nick Cannon, we said
we wanted Bruno Mars, not Bruno Jupiter. (audience laughing)
(guitar strumming) ♪ Hitman, you like a Nissan
Ultima if it was a person ♪ (audience laughing) ♪ And you look like the
chef from Ratatouille ♪ (audience laughing) ♪ Hitman, your teeth so
big they got tiny teeth ♪ (whistle tweets) - I liked it. Que. - Let's go. Let's Go.
(audience laughing) - You look like you play
that stupid ass guitar outside a girl house all night. She still don't let you (bleep) lame ass (bleep) on your ass boy. (whistle tweets) - [Nick] Okay, okay.
- What! - Hit, I just need you
to get in your place, and receive one shaky. (audience laughs) (guitar strums) ♪ Hitman, I heard the
only way you climax ♪ ♪ is if you wearing a pair of Jordan's ♪ (audience laughing)
♪ Ooh ooh oh ♪ (whistle tweets) - You, are out! - [All] Got damned. - [Nick] That was a good
fight. That was a good fight. - That was fire. So we gotta ignite it. We gotta throw more fuel on the fire. Give me Shawty Shawty and DC Young Fly. - [Nick] Shawty!
(audience cheering) - Well let's roast. - Wait a minute mother (bleep). I'm on the phone, with
the real Chris Tucker. (audience oh's) - Okay. Everybody welcome,
Ellie Kat Williams. Ugly ass. - I'm all for it. I ain't
never been no hater, but in the middle of your head, it say DC and you always
screaming West Side. Everybody know DC stand for Decatur. (whistle wailing) - Shaky - Can I get a little
piece of that right there? - You want? - Yeah, hit it. Hit it real quick. - Okay. Hey, hey. ♪ Shawty, you a pimp
built like a Motrin pill ♪ (audience laughing)
(guitar strumming) ♪ I got a headache every
time I look at you ♪ (audience laughing)
(guitar strumming) - Man, I stay on the grind. You just mad 'cause your hair
don't look better than mine. (audience oh's) (whistle wailing) Don't play. Don't play. - Alright, alright,
alright. I'm not gonna play. I'm not, two shaky's. You, are out! - [All] Got damned. - Let's give the people
what they came to see. New school, gimme Chance the Rapper. Boss man Nick. I need you here Nick. Well let's roast. - Them big ass shoes on, (bleep) over here got on
them air Wendy Williams. - I hate your hat. You got on that community
college commercial hat. (bleep) come on. What you
doing? Get up off the couch man. Do something with your life. Ass hat boy. - It look like Santwon
(bleep) all over your jeans. (audience oh's) - This (bleep) got a sex doll pregnant. Is that a shake? - [Ref] That's a shakey. - Alright, I take my
shake. I'll take my shake. - We gonna talk about
them big ass shoes again. - (bleep) come on. - Them (bleep) take, premium unleaded. - One shaky boss. - These shoes came with this belt, after this (bleep) got in
a freak unicorn accident. - (bleep) you. (audience laughing) (whistle tweets) - Sorry boss. You, are out! - [All] Got damned. (bell dinging) - Alright. Old school, give me Conceited. I need you here.
Conceited I want you here. - [Nick] C-to man. New school, give me DC Young Fly. I need you here. - The heavy artillery, up top. - Coming all the way from
the end of the rainbow, Leprechaun, you're ready? - Yeah. - DC you're ready? - Aha, (robotically) scanning him. (audience laughing) - Well let's roast. - DC, you built just like E.T. finger. - Boy you look like you
could do a back flip in a twin bed. Ugly ass boy. (audience laughing) - I heard when you say
"bring that ass here boy", you be talking to Santwon. (audience oh's) - Boy, yo ass jump in a champagne
glass like it's a jacuzzi. Ugly- Ooh, this is a nice mimosa. (audience laughing) - Ladies and gentlemen, we gave him 30 cents a
day, and look at him now. - Boy you the only (bleep) though, that shave your face, and
still look older. Ugly ass. (audience laughing) (whistle tweets) - You, are out! - [All] Got damned. (audience cheering and applauding) - Let's go DC. - Old school, give me Chico
Bean. I need you here. (audience cheering) Give me the biggest Mac of them all. Biggest Mac, I need you here. - [Big Mac] Yeah. - [All] Yeah. - Well let's roast. - Big Mac, I bet when
you take a Covid test, they stick a mozzarella
stick up your nose man. - Hey look, Chico, you are so talented. I don't know how you
dress like a bad (bleep) and a (bleeps) at the same time? - [Nick] Let's go, Let's go! - Big Mac with that big blue jacket on, you up here built like a kiddie pool. (audience laughing) You better hope no kids gonna
make a jump on your back. - Chico, your body look
like it wanna be skinny, but the free trial expired. (audience laughing) (whistle wailing) - You, are out! - [All] Got damned. (bell dings) - Black Squad, give me Clips. (audience cheering) Red Squad, give me Hitman
Holler. I need you here. - [Nick] Let's go Holler. Ball-game. - [Ref] Clips, you're ready? - Let's get it. - Holler, you're ready? - Let's go. - Well let's roast. - Hey, don't he got the same arm as every high school lunch lady? (laughs) - Hey, hey, you really my brother? Take your hat off for one second. You look like a red M&M
that bite people back. (audience laughing) - Hey, don't be mad at
me 'cause every time you get out the car your ass crack show. - Hey, hey, smile for the crowd. They only had a three X, huh? (audience laughing) - Hey, I bet your favorite
player is Steph Curry, 'cause they call him the chef, fat ass. - Hey, your teeth look like a closet full of franchise boy's white-tees. (audience laughing) (whistle wailing) - You, are out! - [All] Got damned. - [Nick] It's okay Red Squad. It's okay. - Maddy, I need you
here. From the red squad, Maddy. I want you here. - Uh oh, the Beast. - Black squad give me biggest of Mac. Mac, I need you here. - [Maddy] Okay.
(audience cheering) - It's the only time we will
ever call Big Mac lightweight. - I know- (laughs) - Okay. Big Mac, you're ready? - Yeah. - [All] Yeah. - Maddy, you're ready? - (mimics) Yeah. (audience laughing) That felt kinda good. (laughs) - Well let's roast. - What's up? Your blood pressure. (audience laughing) - Maddy, I'm glad you got
here with the price of gas. I know it cost a lot to
fill up your trailer. - Oh, Okay. Okay. Hey Big Mac, someday you'll watch this episode and say, "I can't believe I once had feet." (audience oh's) - Maddy, I know you frustrated. You ain't got no (bleep) since your little brother went to college. (audience ooh's) - You know what?
- Don't worry! - You know what Big Mac?
- Hey! This- Hey! - Listen.
- This semester's almost over. He'll be home. Don't worry. - Okay. You know what Big Mac? You would eat my (bleep)
if it was deep fried. (audience roaring with laughter) - [Nick] Nice going Maddy. (audience applauding)
(audience laughing) (audience drowns out Maddy) (whistle blaring) - You! - [All] You, are out! Got damned. - [Nick] Let's go, finally.
(bell dings) - Red Squad, give me Michael
Blackson. I need you here. - Let's go. (audience cheering) - Black Squad, give me Chico Bean. I need you here Chico. (audience cheering) Okay. Chico, you're ready? - You know it. - Michael Blackson, you're ready? - You mother-sucker. - Well let's roast. - Do me a favor, be fair to
me, Take your hat off please. (audience ooh's) Is that braids, or stitches? (audience laughing) - Hey, Michael Blackson,
I know my hair messed up, but I'd much rather have this than that. I bet if you try to run a
comb through your hair with that microphone on, it's gonna sound like Pooh Shiesty in this bitch. (lips trilling) Brr, Brr-brr, Big brr. - Your hairline is like a
bad relationship with you. It wants to run away,
but you won't let it go. (audience laughing)
(audience wow's) - Michael Blackson, I would
say I was gonna cook you, but you already done. (bleep) You look like you-
(audience laughing) You look like you got left
in the air fryer too long. Like, God damnit, I done
burnt my breadstick. (audience laughing) - You look like a dehydrated Rick Ross. (audience laughing) - Michael Blackson, I heard you say your wife let you have two side
chicks a month, right? - One a month, one (bleep). - Yeah, I bet she do. Ain't no way she could let your crispy lay on top of her every night. She be in that bitch, "I'm melting. It burns. It burns."
(audience laughing) - They liked it. - You could never join the Army. If they said salute, you'd move like this. (audience laughing) - [Nick] Let's go Mike. - I bet every time you look in the mirror you be having e-mo-tio-nal
da-mage, 'cause you ugly. I bet you be cussing God out, "Why you have to gimme
this face mother-sucker?" (whistle tweets) - One shaky. - Really? - You have the 1955 civil rights hairline. - One shaky. - And you got the 1955 civil rights skin. They'll burn the (bleep) out you if they caught you in the 50s. - Oh!
(audience laughing) - You bad breathe bitch, Your mouth smell like trash truck-juice. (whistle tweets) - [All] You, are out!
- How? How mother sucker? - [Nick] Oh wow. (bell dings) - Let's give the people
what they came to see. (audience cheering) Nicholas Cannon, I need you here. Black squad, gimme the
legendary Katt Williams. - This is not fair. I love
this dude. I love this dude. I don't wanna say nothing
bad about, alright. - Boss, you're ready? - I'm ready. - Mr. Williams, you're ready. - Ready. - Well let's roast. - Kat, you ain't fooling nobody. You take that hat off the
perm coming with it (bleep). (audience laughing)
(audience cheering) - Even when you try to look
broke, you're unsuccessful. - You see how complex that was? - I got it though. - That was amazing.
- It's actually funny. - Hey y'all, y'all make some noise for our new "Wilding Out" toddler model. - Yeah. One shaky. - And if there's a person
that knows about toddlers... - We just happy you're here and not locked up down at the county like normally on all your shows. (audience oh's) - I have to do that 'cause movies, and TV, and standup would be too boring. (audience laughing) - Kat's so short. You can see his feet in his driver's license picture. (whistle tweets) - Unoriginal. Was it?
That was funny? Not to me. - Alright, well he's so short, he could (bleep) walk under the bed. - A little better. - I couldn't (bleep) walk at all. - Nick, so successful.
Really proud of you, man. You've done a great job in this industry. - I'm so proud of you,
man. You truly successful, you one of the ghosts of legends all time. - Kiss and make up.
- I gotta give it to him. We don't have nothing bad
to say about each other. - I knew him since he was 14. I prom- like, I let kids
beat me all the time. Y'all know that. (audience laughing) - We've seen. We've seen. - Yeah. Adults, I knock
the (bleep) out though. (whistle tweets) - You, are out! - [All] Got damned. - It's the goat Kat
Williams is in building. (audience cheering)
(bell dinging) - Give me Jess Hilarious. I need you. (audience cheering) - [Nick] Let's go Jess! Let's go Jess! - Black squad, give me
Maddy. I need you here Maddy. (audience cheering) - [Nick] Oh (bleep). - You guys are vets. I don't
need to explain the rules. Okay. Well let's roast. - You have the face of a TSA employee and the body of a carry-on. (audience laughing)
(audience whoa's) - (mocking) Whoa. Shut the (bleep) up. - [Nick] Get your ass back. - Let her go. - Maddy, you met your husband
at your family reunion. - Oh, okay. Well, I got laid last night, but your edges didn't. (audience laughing) (whistle blaring) - You, are out! - I wasn't finished.
- [All] Got damned. (bell dings) - I didn't get to finish. - Red squad, give Justina
Valentine. I need you here. Black squad, give me
Burner. I need you here. Well let's roast. - You look like a bootleg
version of Lil Mermaid, the one that the white
people want to keep around. - Burner, you look like
DJ Khaled if God didn't. - Your face is on the Falcon's helmet. - That means you're a bird. - Okay. Burner, you look like you (bleeps) and then cry in the shower. - You know your skin- (whistle tweets) - I have to deliver a shaky. One shaky. - Your voice needs an oil change. (audience laughing) - Alright, my voice. My voice
might need a oil change, but your ass need a oil change. You look like a thug's bottom bitch. - That's what I was looking for. (whistle tweets) Two shakies. You, are out! - [All] Got damned. - [Nick] That was a good one y'all. Y'all keep it going for Burner. (bell dings)
(audience cheering) (whistle tweets) - Oh, let's give the people
what they came to see. Kevin Hart, Nick Cannon, I need you here. (audience cheering) Nick, you're ready? - Ready. - Kevin Hart, you're ready? - Ready. - Well let's roast. - Kev, you dressed like
a perverted youth pastor. - Did y'all hear Nick got
a new song coming out? Don't worry. Nobody else did either. - Y'all know Kev is part of that Hollywood secret society,
right? The little-minati. - Let him cook. Let him cook.
Let him cook. Let him cook. (whistle blaring) - I will let him cook. He just has a drink that comes with that. A milk-shaky. Okay? - I'll take that. - At this point I'm gonna say what everybody else is
thinking after all the babies. Nick's (bleep) is trash. Let's go, let's go, let's go. Let's go. - TKO. You, are out. - [All] Got damned. - [Nick] The king is in the
building. (bell dinging) Y'all make some noise for Kevin Hart.
