- Step it up.
Give me Maddy.
(crowd cheering)
- Hey.
- Give me Hit Man Holla.
- [Maddy] Ooh
(crowd cheering)
- Hit man, you ready?
- Let's go.
- Maddy, you ready?
- Ready.
- Well, let's roast!
- Wait, wait, wait.
You sure I can roast her?
'Cause soon we start having fun,
she gonna call the cops.
(jeers from the crowd)
- Hit Man, you look like you don't know how to read.
(crowd laughing)
- Girl, you up here dressed like a hip-hop soccer mom.
(crowd laughing)
- Wait, hold on.
I'm confused.
Hit Man, if you're here,
who's watching the phone case kiosk at the mall?
(crowd jeering)
- Oh.
Aye, aye.
This that dumb white *bleep* in every scary movie.
She ran to that couch, she gonna fall.
(crowd laughing)
(screaming)
- You, shaky.
- Shaky, ooh!
Hit Man, you look like you dunked
your chin in chocolate pudding.
(crowd laughing)
- Girl you built like the mama from Brady Bunch.
(laughing)
- Too shaky.
- You're not allowed on the Brady Bunch.
- No, no, no, no.
That wasn't a shaky.
- You out!
- [Crowd] Got damned!
We gonna start this thing off right.
Give me Cortez.
I need you here.
(crowd cheering)
'Cause I need to hear Cortez revolution.
Give me Maddy.
Maddy, I need you here.
(crowd cheering)
Maddy.
I want you there.
Cortez, ready?
- I'm ready.
- Maddy, ready?
- I'm ready.
- Well, let's roast!
- Alright Cortez, out here
built like a bad (bleep) job.
All teeth.
(crowd laughing)
- All white.
All white.
No, seriously.
All white
(crowd laughing)
- You shaky.
- Okay.
So like how does sex work?
You just put the whole body in or?
(crowd laughing)
- You sleep well at night, don't you?
With your stepbrother, right?
(crowd jeering)
- Okay.
You know, this is perfect.
I was looking for the raisin for my potato salad.
(crowd jeering)
- Let's go Maddy!
Let's go, let's go!
- She put raisins in her potato salad.
- You out!
- [Crowd] Got damned!
(crowd cheering)
- Let's keep it going, from the red squad.
Give me DC Youngfly.
(crowd cheering)
D, I need you here.
Okay. You know what?
I need to give these white people a chance to
redeem themselves.
Give me Maddy.
Maddy, I need you here.
(crowd cheering)
- Well, let's roast!
- Oh, my God.
DC, nice outfit.
I guess they renamed the show "Wild and Out of the Closet".
(crowd laughing)
- Boy, first of all, yo ass built
like the last drop of the toothpaste,
ugly ass girl.
Hold on, wait a minute.
(blowing raspberries)
(crowd laughing)
- If we were in a relationship, I'd be the man, right?
walking him to his car saying,
"Hey, text me when you get home".
(crowd laughing)
- Stay in your lane.
Okay, you white people don't listen, stay in your lane.
- Damn sure don't listen.
You know what yo ass built like?
- Yeah.
- A wet French fry, ugly ass girl.
(crowd laughing)
You hate biscuits, ugly ass girl.
(crowd laughing)
But you love mayonnaise, ugly ass.
(crowd laughing)
- I do, I do.
Okay, hold on.
I got one more.
- Nope, Nope, Nope, Nope.
- Let me do one more.
DC.
(blows whistle)
All right, I have one more.
- Can I say one more thing?
- No!
- [Maddy] I have one more thing.
- Please.
(whistle blowing)
- He's ugly.
(whistle blowing)
- Salt and pepper ain't seasoning (bleep).
(crowd laughing)
- You out!
- [Crowd] Got damned!
- Black squad, step it up.
Red squad, step it up.
Come on, bring up, bring, come on.
(crowd cheering)
Give me Maddy.
Give me Cortez, yeah, I want you here.
(crowd cheering)
I want you here.
Well, let's roast!
- Cortez, you look like ET phoned home
and nobody answered.
- If you don't get your god damned
pumpkin spice latte, pale-faced ass
the (bleep) up out of here.
(crowd laughing)
- You look like you should be vibrating
on Justina's nightstand.
(crowd laughing)
- You look like Justina before MTV loved her.
(crowd jeering)
- You're a virgin, okay.
(crowd laughing)
- You out!
- [Crowd] Got damned!
- [Man] That was a good one!
- You know what?
You're on fire.
Give me Shuler, I need you back up here.
Shuler, I need you here.
(crowd cheering)
Maddy, you're on.
Give me Maddy!
(crowd cheering)
Well, let's roast!
- Okay, ooh, Shuler.
You're like an umbrella, 'cause when I'm with you,
I do not get wet.
(crowd jeering)
- Maddy, you look like you lost your virginity
to one of your daddy's farm animals.
(crowd jeering)
I know you get a little (bleep) when I do this.
(neighing sounds)
(crowd laughing)
(whistle blowing)
- You out!
- Got damned!
- Okay.
Maddy, new school, I need you here.
I want you there, let's go.
(crowd cheering)
Give me Rip Michaels.
- Let's go, let's go, let's go.
- Rip, you ready?
- Yes, sir.
- Maddy, you ready?
- Yep.
- Well, let's roast!
- I'm gonna let you go first,
Cause I don't want you calling the cops saying I
did (bleep), so take your time.
- Wait, hold on, if you're here
who's driving the white van, giving candy to kids?
(crowd jeering)
- 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 y'all
together, y'all both goin' to jail.
- Okay.
- One shaky.
- Yo, Rip, you're talking about my body.
I gotta say something.
Wild 'N Out goddesses,
raise your hand if you're missing a waist trainer.
Yep, Rip stole it.
(crowd jeering)
- I found your shaky.
- Hey, I'm just trying to get my stomach
as flat as your ass.
(crowd jeering)
- Oh.
All right, Rip.
If you don't get your Wu-Tang in the streets,
Ru Paul in the sheets ass outta here.
(crowd cheering)
- If you don't get your god damned no hot sauce,
using no seasoning salt using, putting raisins
in potato salad, trailer trash mess.
(blows whistle)
- Two shaky, you out!
- [Crowd] Got damned!
(crowd cheering)
- Maddy, I need you here, I want you here.
That's what I want here.
(crowd cheering)
Old school, give me Karlous Miller.
I need you here.
(crowd cheering)
- He created this game, this what he do!
- Man.
(whistle blowing)
- This ought to be good, okay?
- This gonna give me cancer.
(laughing)
- Well, let's roast!
- You got all the cars, right?
That's good.
'Cause when DC goes solo, you'll be sleeping in one.
(crowd booing)
Oh, my god.
Okay.
Karlous keeps telling people we didn't hook up.
I'm like, why do you think my dad cut me off?
(crowd laughing)
- Maddy, you got as much sex appeal as a handful of lotion.
And I know you got a vibrator with a can opener on it.
(crowd laughing)
- All right.
You know, I know Karlous doesn't wash his beard
'cause it still smells like me from last night.
(crowd jeering)
Let me say this.
Black men don't cheat, but they sure as hell eat (bleep).
(crowd cheering)
(whistle blowing)
- Let's go!
- You out!
- [Crowd] Got damned!
- Let's go!
- Give me DeRay Davis,
I need you here.
(crowd cheering)
Maddy, I need you here.
(crowd cheering)
Uh-oh.
Maddy, you ready?
- Ready.
- DeRay, you ready?
- Yes.
- Well, let's roast!
- You look unseasoned.
- All right, all right.
You look like you (bleep) ass out of a to-go box.
(crowd cheering)
- You look like your missionary position and
doggy style feel the same.
(crowd jeering)
- Oh, okay.
Hey man, your braids are falling off
just like you did in 2004.
(crowd jeering)
- She 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.
(crowd cheering)
(whistle blowing)
I keep on falling out of this game.
(crowd cheering)
(whistle blowing)
- You out!
- [Crowd] Got damned!
(crowd cheering)
- Who do you want?
- I want whoever want me.
(crowd oohing)
- Okay, okay.
- Maddy, I need you here,
this is what I want, yeah?
- I want her.
- Okay.
- Bee, you ready?
- I'm ready.
- Maddy, you ready?
- I'm ready.
- Well, let's roast!
- Security!
Seat-filler on stage!
Seat-filler's on the stage, security!
- Oh, okay, all right.
I'm a little intimidated,
I can't believe I get to battle Cisco.
(crowd booing)
(laughing)
- Yeah, if she was a condiment,
what you think she'd be?
I'ma say hot sauce, 'cause that shit is burnin'.
- All right, all right.
I read your book, tell your writer I loved it.
(crowd jeering)
- See?
There's two white girls on stage.
She's the most talented.
No, not 'cause you're funny.
'Cause you suck dick very well.
- Let me just say this,
how'd you lose weight and still look the same?
(laughing)
(crowd laughing)
(whistle blowing)
- You out!
- [Crowd] Got damned!