- New school step up, old school step up.
DJ D-Wrek, drop the beat.
(mellow hiphop beat)
Ayy.
♪ Oo la la la ♪
♪ You see how we do it, we doin' our thing ♪
♪ Oo la la la ♪
♪ You know we Wild'N Out, it's season 15 ♪
♪ La la, I always keep it real ♪
♪ You my sis, what's the deal ♪
♪ Uh, I'm all flow, off the top for real ♪
♪ How's it feel to know DC (beeps) TRL? ♪
- [Crowd] Oo! (bell dings)
♪ You out here ♪
♪ You're doing your thing ♪
♪ You're paying the rent ♪
♪ But if you keep talkin' (beeps) ♪
♪ I'm call 50 Cent ♪
- [Crowd] Oo. (bell dings)
- Ain't nobody scared of Curtis.
(crowd laughs)
Se DC, this supposed to be my sister.
♪ And then you keep doing it ♪
♪ Again and again ♪
♪ So you must want me to call (beeps) Eminem ♪
- [Crowd] Oo! (bell dings)
- Call whoever you want, you call whoever you want.
Hold on, hold on, LaLa.
♪ Hold on LaLa, not so fast ♪
♪ I'm say what everybody thinkin' ♪
♪ Where'd you get all that ass? ♪
(crowd exclaims) (bell dings)
(mellow hiphop beat)
- Hold up, Nick, hold up, ay, ay.
Stop that (beeps), OG, (beeps) wrong witchoo.
You say I (beeps) up TRL.
Hoo, that is beneath me. (DC and crowd chuckle)
But look like you keep bringing me back.
Look like this show need me.
(crowd laughs)
(bell dings)
- Lil bro, damn.
I do need you to stay outta jail.
This a work release program.
(Dc and crowd laugh)
Bring the beat back!
(mellow hiphop beat)
♪ Look, you can ask about me boy, I'm 'bout that ♪
♪ Beat me in a battle, man I doubt that ♪
♪ I'll fix it with a hammer ♪
♪ I bet these keys open up every JR Crickets in Atlanta ♪
(crowd laughs)
- Okay
♪ Hitman ♪ (Bell dings)
♪ Them big teeth, they fragile ♪
♪ They so big and white, ♪
♪ They probably gonna call the police on this whole battle ♪
♪ (Beeps) This has to end ♪
♪ Your teeth so big and white, ♪
♪ Every time you smile, it looks like the cast of Friends ♪
(crowd laughs) (bell dings)
- Come on, Justina.
♪ Yo keepin' it a hunnit, you can't rap like me ♪
♪ Your hair look like some kool-aid, back off me ♪
♪ Uh, I know you mad you ain't black like me, ♪
♪ You act like me, your ass, it ain't fat like me, ♪
♪ What ♪ (Bell dings)
♪ Watch your mouth, I'll knock your tooth loose ♪
♪ I'm a serial killer and you a fruit loop ♪
♪ You know me, yes indeed ♪ (bell dings)
♪ I'll slap a bitch ♪
♪ You on your knees so much ♪
♪ You need to change your name to Kaepernick ♪
(crowd exclaims)
- Little racist, but bars. (bell dings)
- Hold hold hold, Big Mac, real quick, ay.
Real quick, Big Mac, ay.
♪ After this last one, I'm done, really ♪
♪ Ay Nick, you ain't the only one to creep with Chili ♪
(crowd laughs)
(bell dings)
- Ay yo, DJ D-Wrek.
- [DJ D-Wrek] Yeah, what's up?
- Cut the beat.
(record scratches) (party horn blasts)
Ay yo, Bobby' come here, man.
Yo listen.
You somebody the whole black squad
would go and straight wreck.
I know you straight vexed.
With those glasses, who you supposed to be,
Malcolm lower-case X?
(crowd laughs) (bell dings)
And you with that hat, why would I spare you instead?
(Beeps), you got Pretty Vee pubic hairs on ya head.
Big Mac, forget 4x, you gotta go up a extra size.
(Beeps), you are heavy-sized, nah you are chevy-sized.
(Beeps), you are every size, except exercise!
(crowd laughs) (bell dings)
(bell dinging repeatedly) (party horn blows)
- DJ D-Wrek, tell me what happened, man.
- Look, I wanted to give it to LaLa,
but I gotta give it to the old school squad.
(crowd cheers) Make some noise
for the old school!