DJ D-Wrek, drop the beat.
♪♪
You know Tigger gonna step up.
I'm gonna start it off like this, then.
Real Westside. Uhh.
♪ Bow wow wow, yippee yo yippee yay ♪
♪ The sounds on my squad bring me to another day ♪
♪ And you a Big Tigger, but they a bunch of pussies ♪
♪ This is the edge, so (bleep) don't push me ♪
♪ Comin' off the top, you know I don't flop ♪
♪ I wanna tell my brother this is hip-hop ♪
♪ So matter of fact, welcome to MTV ♪
♪ It's a whole lot of luxury (bleep) you see ♪
♪ So take your broke ass back to BET ♪
(Red Squad) ♪ Take your broke ass back to BET ♪
♪ Take your broke ass back to BET ♪
♪ Well, hold up, I don't know what you smilin' at ♪
♪ It took me 15 years to be on "Wild 'N Out" ♪
♪ It's goin' down right now, and I know I should thank you ♪
♪ But I can't see past these (bleep) ashy ankles ♪
♪ Big Tig gettin' it in ♪
♪ I been puttin' in work for 25 years representin' ♪
♪ So this is how we do, you know I be rollin' in ♪
♪ And sendin' your ass back on back to... ♪
(both) ♪ Nickelodeon ♪
(bell chimes, cheering and applause)
Nickelodeon pays good, (bleep). I'll see y'all later.
♪ Yo, what all do you eat ♪
♪ This how much you weighed last month ♪
♪ And these are the pounds he gained this week ♪
(all groan, bell chimes)
♪♪
Come on, Mac.
♪ Big Mac, I know you scared of a gym pass ♪
♪ You so fat that you deep-frying your Tic Tacs ♪
♪ You drinking gravy but you need to switch it to SlimFast ♪
♪ You ain't got no bars but all you eating is Kit Kat ♪
(bell chimes, audience groans) Whoa!
He frying his Tac Tac! All right, all right.
Hope y'all heard that.
♪ Hey, Justina, me and you, we could be a great rival ♪
♪ I love your movies-- "Little Mermaid on 8 Mile."
(laughter)
♪ That gym pass, you lost me ♪
♪ Wendy, don't talk to me unless you got my (bleep) Frosty ♪
(all groan)
Hey, DJ D-Wrek.
Yeah, what up?
Cut the beat!
(music stops, air horn blows)
Hey, Tig, man. Come up here, man.
Just gotta salute you, OG.
Take it easy now!
You take it easy with your teeth. Now, listen...
(laughter and groans)
"106 & Park," huh?
A rap career, you never had it.
Congratulations for moving from the basement
into your mother's attic.
(all groaning, bell chimes)
And you, come here.
You... you just look mad broke.
Okay.
With that outfit and that teeth,
you look like a crack head track coach.
(bell chimes, laughter and applause)
Hey, yo... and you...
Why you trying to look so tough?
Thinkin' you a gangster. You just need a lane change.
You be in a room with a whole bunch of dudes.
Is that what you mean by you gang bang?
(all groaning, bell chimes)
Black Team, I don't wanna lose ya.
How we up here getting killed by Timon and Pumbaa?
(bell chimes, cheering and applause)
Hold on, come here. You get her, Con!
No, no, no, no, hell no.
You still like coming at people.
But all your rapping is bad.
He did call you Arial, but he forgot to say
you have Sebastian the Crabs.
(bell chimes, cheering and applause)
Well, Con, that didn't really hit
as hard as you planned.
And you up here talking like you are the man.
If I'm Arial, that might be true,
but the whole crowd knows, if I got crabs,
I got 'em from you!
(cheering and applause)
Hey, man, listen, we both rappin'.
Cool. That's all.
We just go ahead and try this (bleep) next time.
Ay, y'all, (bleep) all that!
We havin' a mother(bleep) barbecue on the Westside!
(bell chimes, cheering and applause)
(air horn blows) D-Wrek!
Who won, man?
I gotta say the Red Squad won that one.
(cheering and applause)
I got to keep our belt!
Would y'all give it up for our troops here!
The king, Big Tig, in the field, and what you wanna say to 'em?
Red Squad lost!
But you can come back anytime and rock it!
Y'all keep it going for Big Tigger!
(cheering and applause)