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[Music]

[Man] This is the one
you've been waiting for.

The state's two most
dangerous hitters facing off

in the one and only
Killerfornia Battle League.

X-Trakt versus Behn Grym.

And this ain't finna be no
Increase the Peace rap --

they gon' talk about
shootin' the motherfucker,

killin' a motherfucker

and fuckin' the
motherfucker's bitch.

This battle might just
spike the murder rate

more than Reagan
inventing crack cocaine.

So if you ain't with that,

turn this shit off
and suck a dick!

They like: "Yo, X-Trakt,
why you always talk about

the thugs and the TECS,
the slugs and the Feds,

the drugs and the checks
I give 'em a 360,

shrug to the neck

Like, this is battle
rap, motherfucker,

what you expect?

I don't care if he was lean
sipper or you sippin' at me

look at my team
squeeze triggers,

blow his guts out, see
if he got a clean liver.

Boy, you look mad fake

like them high-frame-rate
TV pictures.

You think you Behn Grym, I'll
leave him stretched out,

you Reed Richards!

Fantastic Four when I
let the palm cock.

When I let The Thing
go "pop pop,"

you can tell that he
ain't a hard rock.

Adam.

Adam.

What did that one mean?

It's a superhero line.

The other guy's
name is Behn Grym,

which is The Thing's alter
ego from Fantastic Four.

Reed Richards is the
leader of the group,

the stretchy guy.

Yeah, that part I got.

What's the other meaning?.

He was "letting
go" of a "thing."

What's the thing?

It's a gun.

It's a gun metaphor.

Probably just assume
everything is a gun metaphor.

Mmm.

And I'll kill anybody
on this artist stage.

Y'all know my slogan: get
this trash outta here,

IT'S GARBAGE DAY!!!

[Crowd cheering]

What you gonna do, Grym?

He just called you garbage,
what you gonna do?

You said you got the
thing on you...

where's it at?

Is it there?

Is it here?

I guess they must call
your gun "Sue Storm,"

'cause that bitch
just disappeared.

So he should Do the Right
Thing and walk away

before I beat him to death.

'Cause he gon' feel the
Hate in these punches,

I'm Radio Raheem with the left!

This motherfucker go online
and Google "food porn",

as it's known to you -- porn.

You so fat when you tuck
a gun in your waist,

you need to use a
fuckin' shoe horn.

Uh-uh.

I'm going take it past rap,
catch him not looking and

drain the MAC fast.

The way I Blind Sided
this fat nigga,

Sandra Bullock couldn't
save his black ass!

Yeah, that's right, you
used to be the shit,

but lately X fell in tiers.

It's the same as you
outgrowing your shirt sizes --

we ain't seen X excel
(XXL) in years!

Why does he keep
saying "X" so much?

He's doing name flips.

The guy's name is X-Trakt.

Thus the "X" bars...

"Bars?"

It comes from the music term.

Like a bar of music.

Except in battle rap it has
a specific connotation --

a bar instead of a line.

And the difference is?

It's hard to explain...

More wordplay?

Most bars are based
on homophones --

"X excel, XXL."

Oh, so if there's a homophobe,

it's a bar.

Homophone.

And your baby moms only with you

to collect those checks, bro.

He be givin' way more
than just hugs and kisses

to the ex-ho X owe.

Aight.

You wifed up a slut who
gets piped down religiously

like she some sorta Rasta.

And you let her raise your seed,

what, you thought you
found a whoreto-culture.

Your baby boy is
born, she gotcha,

I know you wish you
woulda left that

load in the Ho's mouth.

How your name X-Trakt
when you don't know

when to pull out???

Now that is a BAR!

Oh, okay, I get it.

So the defining characteristic
of a "bar" is just how much

gross misogyny you can
cram into one sentence.

Don't worry, it's all an act.

I don't think X-Trakt
even has kids.

It's all for the
sake of wordplay.

Puns about hating women.

Aww.

Look, I don't know how
anybody can be a good person

when they spend all of their
time thinking of horrible

things to say about someone.

Whoo.

See, I just dug your grave

so they can put your
fat-ass corpse into.

It's so ironic -- as
much as you lift a fork,

now they gotta forklift YOU!

[Crowd exclaims]

This is my chance,
be right back.

Uh, Behn?

That was amazing.

It was intense.

Adam, we spoke on Twitter?

Reporter, right?

Academic, actually.

Grad student.

I'm working on my
Master's thesis.

What're you doing?

-It's an English MA program--
-I know what a thesis is.

What are you doing it on?

Oh... The varied
poetic functions of

the N-word in battle rap.

That shit was tight,
wolf, you killed him.

That XOXO bar?

Fire.

Respect.

Respect.

Respect.

Respect.

Respect.

I'm interested in how the
N-word can be used as

an intensifier for both comedic
and intimidatory effect,

or in some cases as a
rhythmic flourish to hit

a particular flow.

Yo, Grym!

My girl wanna suck your dick,

and I don't even mind.

Respect.

[Yelps]

I'm also interested in the
racial identity aspect.

For example, how Puerto
Ricans and Dominicans use it

to signify their
African ancestry.

So you from New York?

I'm at Berkeley now, but yeah.

How'd you know?

Well you just mentioned
Puerto Ricans and Dominicans.

If you were from Cali, you
would've said Mexicans.

So Mexicans use the N-word too?

Well, it all depends, you know.

Definitely in the Bay, a'ight?

Especially East
Oakland, you know,

they be givin' all types of
people passes over there.

You don't remember
a few years back,

that white chick V-Nasty?

Sure.

She got some attention from
Kreayshawn when she had that

one hit because they were
in the same crew, right?

That was a battle rapper who
wrote that one hit for her.

I'm good, man.

Things gon' be different in LA,

especially with that gang shit.
No Mexicans going down there

saying it without the hard "er."

This is great, man.

Thank you.

Look, if you really
want a Nigga Pass,

your best bet?

Move back to New York.

Claim you about a
quarter Spanish...

Hmm...

Maybe an eighth.

Or I could just move
to East Oakland.

You better off
claiming you Spanish.

Why would you -- I'm not
trying to get a pass.

Any time a white boy acts
who can say "nigga,"

it's because he really
wanna say "nigga."

It's just the subject
of my thesis.

So you want to write "nigga."

Oh shit, Behn fucking Grym!

Nigga, you gotta
do a shot with me.

Respect.

Respect!

This is definitely a...

crash course.

What, he's my favorite
battle rapper!

Why you talking to me, hmm?

There's plenty other
N-words you could be

asking about N-words.

I guess it just
made sense to start

with my favorite writer.

Your structure is crazy, man.

The way that most
battlers write,

they do the wordplay
but the lines

don't connect with each other.

But with your stuff, the
setup and the punch line

all flows together, conceptually
and then all ties back into

a larger theme or idea.

It's like a master essay.

So you read essays all day about

letting the chopper spray?

Respect.

Next question.

There you are.

I've been looking forever.

What's a "jump off"?

Sorry.

This is my girlfriend Maya.

Maya, this is...

Behn Grym.

Hey.

I am really glad that I get
to talk to you about this.

I mean, I was super
surprised at the end

by your battle there --

Maya, I don't think that this
is really a good time --

-- they didn't announce
a winner or anything!

I mean, what's up with that?

Oh, that.

Judged battles aren't
really a thing anymore.

You gotta blame your
own coast for that.

Buncha delusional just-can't-

admit-when-they-lost
motherfuckers.

New York hasn't lost a
rap battle in 10 years.

I clearly won, though.

Oakland, is y'all in here??

If you got any drugs left,
you need to let them shits

circulate through your
system right now,

'cause this next match finna
be on some unprecedented

seismic event type shit, ya dig!

Rapper on my left, state
your name, playa.

And it's ya boy Big Zee.

Shout out to Oakland, the whole 510.
Let's get it.

And the rapper to my right
needs no introduction,

but I'm gonna let him
talk his shit anyway --

MEGATON, BIIIIIIITCH!!!

Is that guy...

stable?

A criminal jury may one day

have to rule on that question.

[Grunts]

I'm the only reason these
people here know what your

name is, but you gon' be like
Kim K after we tape this

and I'm gonna be like Ray J,

since I'm the dickhead
that's making you famous.

As far as these fans, I
told y'all from before,

I'm the one that
opened up this door,

yeah, I showed you my support.

So now I'm like Khloe when
she goin' through divorce,

'Cause I can leave the ring now

since I don't owe-them anymore.

Man, black chicks love me, they
think I'm an awesome person,

and they always flirtin',

you can tell this chick here
probably wants some Persian,

As soon as I walked in
and took off my turban,

She got on the floor and
she started twerkin'.

Fuck your life, fuck your wife,

fuck your whole
entire existence,

Man, if I seen Bill Cosby slip
your wife a pill in her drink

and I was the only eyewitness,

I would mind my own business.

Yeah, Yeah.

Me and you, man,
we ain't the same,

you nothing but a
fake character,

Man, we ain't from
the same caliber,

Give me space, man, step back,

this fist is a face damager,
Give me distance and space

or I'll leave your face with
Stitches like Game's manager

Yo, get outta my face.

Well, that's all for this event.

What do you mean?

-There's two more after --
-Get outta my FUCKIN' face!

Jesus!

That's what I mean.

Damn, Mega really
suckered dude, bruh.

Ain't no sucker.

He warned him twice.

What he supposed to do,
narrate it on some

"March of the Penguins" shit?

Well, we should
probably take off.

Thanks again for everything.

Make sure you send me
that draft when you done.

Make sure you don't say
nothing wild out of pocket.

Yeah.

Of course.

Bye!

You definitely won that.

I said YO!

It's Billy Pistolz, man.

Let me talk to you
for a quick second.

So I just saw you on the
stage, but I wanna know

if you rep that
REAL hip-hop shit,

know what I'm talkin' bout.

So what's good with you and
me getting it in right now?

If you really real, I'm
ready to battle right NOW.

Right now.

Look, man, I just
finished a battle --

I don't need a stage,

we can do this shit
the street way,

Shoot at his ride, it's
like a helicopter accident

how I got this chopper
on the freeway /

Shells as big as coconuts,

that's what I'm sendin' him /

And your girl?

I won't skip-her,

but after I'm done with
you, I'ma kill-again.

Did you just try to make "kill
again" sound like "Gilligan"?

Man, niggas out here dropping
Gilligan's Island bars, bruh.

[Laughter]

Man, that whole squad
on that real shit,

only God can judge us /

When we servin' it's
like a hot plate,

-I warn you not to touch us --
-Alright, alright,

alright.

I'ma let one of the lil'
homies handle this.

How about my young
white boy here?

He's a killer.

Actually, I don't rap.

So what's good, then?

You heard what I spit, do
you really think you can

fuck with Billy Pistolz, man?

If that's the case,
then spit your shit!

SPIT. YOUR. SHIT.

Okay.

[Groans]

Sup?

You're here trying
to battle Behn Grym,

'cause he's got the kind
of stardom you seek /

But you'll never reach that bar,

'cause all your
bars are a reach /

You clearly wish you had a
darker brown skin tone /

You're suffering from
"I-Wanna-BeDown" syndrome...

And also Down's syndrome.

[Crowd exclaims]

You've been a dad since
you were still a teen,

but it's not how
it really seems /

That kid is not your son,

he doesn't have a
single Billy gene

You spit all this gun talk
of a violent mind at work /

But got nothing to
back it up with,

that's a Miley Cyrus twerk!

Miley Cyrus just bodied
Gilligan's Island!

Pistolz!

Where you learn that shit?

I do some beat poetry sometimes.

Fuck a thesis, you got BARS!

[Snickering]

Did that just happen?

I can't believe
that just happened.

It happened.

Can you tell me if my
hand is still shaking?

This was the greatest
day of my life.

You didn't tell me that you rap.

I don't.

Sometimes when I watch battles,

lines will just pop in my head,

but this time I just...

said it.

It's really not that different
from my poetry performances.

[Feedback whines]

Words are weapons.

'Cause when the poets take
up their arms together,

it's what the, it's what
the mindless troops fear

Yeah, I thought we agreed
you weren't gonna do that.

Sure, sure, we did.

I destroyed that guy, though.

Don't you think?

You beat him.

I mean, I have a few notes
that I would give you,

here and there.

It's so crazy seeing people

react like that to poetry!

Writers like you and me, we
submit to journals hoping to

get read by, what, a
hundred subscribers?

What's a good turnout for one
of those slam poetry nights

-- a couple dozen at best?

But then you have these guys

who are doing competitive poetry

-- which is what it really is

-- and they're
selling out venues.

They're getting
tens of thousands,

even millions of
views on YouTube

and they're getting paid for it!

This, this is what's happening
in poetry right now.

And instead we're giving
awards to middle-aged

Canadian men publishing
postmodern Inuit fiction.

Not that Qitsualik-Tinsley
isn't fantastic.

Okay, so, what?

You want the Swedish
Academy to start awarding

a Nobel Prize for rap battles?

Well...

no.

But what if I were
to do it for real?

-Like, battle and...
-[Laughs]

Oh, you're serious.

Babe.

I mean, you don't exactly have
a "center stage" personality.

Do you really want to
be another white guy

shamelessly appropriating
African-American culture?

I mean, we don't need Macklemore,
we need Mackle-less.

Yeah.

I mean, you're not like that
other white guy back there.

And that works in your favor.

I mean, you don't want
to be like those guys.

Trust me.

Yeah.

Yeah.

You're right.

On page four twenty-three,
Dostoevsky has Maximov quote

what he calls a
sarcastic epigram:

You're Sappho, I'm
Phaon, agreed.

But there's one thing
still troubling me:

You don't know your
way to the sea.

Now the poet Batyushkov is
referring to the popular

legend that Sappho, rejected
by her lover Phaon,

killed herself by jumping
from a seaside cliff.

[Imitates jumping]

That's actually just
my second favorite

poetic retort of all time.

The first is of course
from LL Cool J,

who was told by a rival
rapper that his tracks were

too commercial and that quote,

99% of his fans wear high heels,

whereupon LL responded
with the immortal line:

"Yeah, but 99% of his
fans don't exist."

[Students exclaim]

So let's see your Drakes and
your Nicki Minaj'es drop

a philosophical paradox
to that complex.

Thanks, guys.

Ladies, Seinfeld
is a seminal text,

but for sheer Sartrean dread, I
mean, you can't beat Friends.

Coffee shops and existentialism
just go together.

-[Students laugh]
-Right?

I'll see you ladies later.

I was wondering if you had
a minute to talk about

my thesis subject.

What was it --
battle rap, right?

Yeah.

I thought you had
some great material.

You know, I'm just
spitballing here,

but maybe what you should do
is compare modern day rappers

to Ancient Japanese samurai
and their poetic mastery

of haiku and waka.

Wait a minute, sounds familiar,

is it possible somebody wrote
that paper back in the '90s?

Oh, yeah, that was me.

I know.

But if you look at the
scene going on now,

I really think you'd see that
it's really quite different --

Look, Adam, don't you want
to forge your own path here?

"Who doesn't wish for
their own father's death"

and all that.

Look, be ORIGINAL.

That's the whole point
of the humanities --

you can make up whatever
bullshit you want as long as

you're smart enough
to justify it.

Write about...

the rise of comic book movies
as the ultimate crisis

in the American male psyche.

Actually, don't.

That's good, I'm keeping it.

Sorry to have wasted your time.

Hey, Adam -- you coming to
the house party tonight?

As long as you wear a
shirt besides that one.

Yeah. Sure.

Hey, and call your mother.

She worries about you out here.

Sure thing, Dad.

So he shut you down entirely?

I don't know if I would
say "shut down."

Really?

Because it sounds like
he heard your idea,

and took a giant
shit all over it,

and then used that
shit to fertilize

a garden growing organic,

certified GMO-free
vegetables which he then ate

and shit all over
your idea again.

Okay, I'll say "shut down."

I know it's intimidating
being the son of probably

the most famous literary
critic in the country,

but you need to stand
up for yourself.

Yeah, you're right.

Although, you should
change your thesis topic.

Yeah, you're right.

I mean, respect your enthusiasm
for researching across

cultural boundaries, but
think about the kind of

culture you're validating.

What if instead you were to
discover and advocate for

the next Angelou or Baldwin,
or even, oh, the next Shakur.

Ooh, like Tupac?

Assata.

[Grumbling]

Ooof. Can't campus security
do anything about that?

Not unless he's causing
a disturbance.

The best part of full
communism is going to be

when everyone has equal
access to hygiene products.

So Mailer told me that
being a father was

the most rewarding
thing in his life.

And I told him, "You must
have never tried cocaine."

[Laughter]

...when you look at a diamond,
you might as well just see

a sad little baby arm,
because that's what it cost.

Adam, you must love
having your dad

work at the university.

Getting to come to these
swanky dinner parties?

Rubbing shoulders with
the Berkeley elite?

It's amazing.

"Love" is a strong word.

As is "Dad."

Bit of a different vibe
than that rap battle

you guys went to, I bet.

Oh, my God, Becky.

You should have heard the
violence and misogyny

that these people
were cheering for,

you would have been horrified.

What's this I heard about
you battling someone, Adam?

Do tell.

Ugh. This weird guy came up to
us in the parking lot after

and out of nowhere, he
just starts rapping at us.

And Adam rapped back at him.

And I won!

Just to not leave you
hanging on the outcome.

That is so cool!

I didn't even know
that you rapped!

He doesn't.

I don't.

I just like coming up with
lines for people, for fun.

Ooo, do me!

Like, what you would say to me
if we were battling right now?

I don't think so.

Do me! You can say
anything you want.

-Do me!
-Yeah, do Becky!

Sorry.

There's just nothing to
insult about you guys.

Oookay.

You know, something that
I'll never understand

about this rap stuff
is the "shoot this,

shoot that, shoot the
dog, shoot the grandma."

I just, I mean talk
about contributing to

your own stereotypes.

[Adam] You're such a
pretentious prick

you have peppermint excrement /

You stay trolling
all-boy high schools,

that's why you dress up
in this preppy shit"

Jon! That is so racist.

I mean, you can hardly
blame a marginalized group

for their own internalized
white supremacy,

when society has been
actively enforcing it

since its inception.

[Becky] Well actually,
THAT'S racist.

You're positing a total
lack of self-determination

on the minority's part.

I've always seen
African-American rappers'

hyperbole as self-aware.

Like, we know this is what
white people think of us,

so we're more than happy
to sell it back to you.

"Those are such fucking
hipster glasses /

When you wear them, real life
has an Instagram filter added"

Ugh. So now you're just treating

an entire racialized
group as a monolith.

I mean, that is WAY more racist.

I can't be racist.

I'm Asian.

Asian people can
definitely be racist.

Racism is the systemic
oppression of people of color.

I'm a person of color.

Ergo, not racist.

"This guy is so hairless,
white and sterile /

You look like a female model
from American Apparel"

Oh, please.

Asians are not
"people of color."

You're more like off-white.

Okay, um, can we at
least all agree that

THAT was racist?

-Yes.
-Yes.

I'm sorry.

You know what. My inner
proud black woman says,

"Fuck all you bitches."

So wait -- Robert can
literally claim to be

a black woman, but you don't
think that that's racist?

He's expressing the
well-known historic affinity

between gay and black
culture, Adam.

Don't be such a
fucking homophobe.

[Ringtone playing]

-Hello?
-What it do, cuh?

We out here tryna
book this next event,

you feel me, and you
know I needed to holla

at the Parking Lot Predator
AKA Blacktop Assassin AKA

the Nerd Who Needs No Revenge
and see what's poppin' witchu.

I think you have
the wrong number.

Nah, G.

This is Donnie Narco,

head of the Killerfornia
Battle League's new talent

recruitment and all types
of other legal shit.

Is this a prank?

Your exaggerated
ebonics is offensive.

[Laughs] See, you a funny dude.

The homie Behn Grym
said you committed

some first-degree murder
outside the last event.

Some get investigated
by a podcast type shit.

Wait. You're actually from KBL?

Shut the front door!

Adam, shut the front
door, please.

So check it -- we got a
tryout card comin' up

in two weeks.

You got a spot if
you want it, man.

Hey, Adam! Ey, man, the
service is nervous...

The banana-kale ice cream and
the chicken-less nuggets

-need to get in the freezer.
-I can't hear you big scrimp.

Sorry, what did you say?

I said, I'm late
to meet Becky...

I said this is about to be
your BIG BREAK, homie...

...and I could use your help.

...your ass could show a little
acknowledgment of that fact.

A little acknowledgment
would be Nice.

Are you even listening to me?

Listen to me, you
an animal, homie.

I love animals.

Yeah, exactly!

I mean, no senti had being
need live in its own filth

on the way to being
barbarically slaughtered

-just so that we can dose...
-Uh, hello?...

...ourselves in growth hormones.

And the least YOU could
do in order to fulfill...

-YO, Adam!
-...our commitment to

animal justice is
put the groceries

in the goddamn fridge.

-I'll do it.
-A'ight, patnah, good looks.

THANK you.

We finna make this a
classic real for real.

Ooo, What are you eating?

This some bullshit. Hello?

Aw, man, I knew I
shouldn't've called you

on the trap phone.

Mmmm...

It is amazing what they can
do with tofu these days!

Yo, ADAM!

-Love you.
-I love you.

Hey, look. It's all love, G.

So peep this.

I'm gonna put you up against
another young gunner

on the come-up, a
real dope spitter

by the name of Prospek.

[Adam] Prospek.

Hey, what's your name, pimpin'?

Adam Merkin.

Adam Murk 'Em?

That's a dope-ass rap name.

I don't actually
have a rap name.

That's my real name.

It's your real name 'cause
you really 'bout that life.

A'ight, homie, I'ma get
with you in a minute.

I gotta go fuck my bitch.

Peace.

Asian.

Race angle: bad driver,
eats cats/dogs,

small penis.

Don't use.

Too racist?

Smokes a lot of weed.

Smokes a lot of weed.

Also probably sells it.

Loves his grandma.

Another great Sylvia...

[Adam] You're sweet, if
you're moving grams it means

your grandma got
a new apartment.

You're not a rapper, you're
just a cop with a nice flow /

I can tell you're a narc,
even your height is five-oh

I might have to kill this kid,

that's Prochoice.

Too offensive.

The most effective birth
control you'll ever use

is the Prospek of sex with you.

[Music on speakers]

40 Mag! Bluntz!

I'm like your biggest fan.

The two-on-twos you guys
do, it changed the game.

Thanks, bro.

Bring your equipment
to the center,

that's where we gon' need it.

My equipment?

Bro, the cameras and shit.

I'm not a cameraman.

I'm a rapper!

Ooooh, rapper.

I have a tryout tonight,
at least I'm supposed to.

I'm super late, Google Maps
got me all screwed up.

Did I miss the whole
thing already?

Bro, the battles
ain't start yet.

We on colored people time.

He white though,
he can't say that.

Ey, what you white boys call it?

"Hip-hop time," right?

We on "hiphop time" right now.

I like your jacket though.

Where the rest of
the Members at?

"Members"?

Oh, man, he wasn't even alive

when them Members Only
jackets came out.

Oldass nigga.

Nigga so white he make
Michael Jackson...

look like Michael Jackson.

Don't listen to him,
man, he a hater.

Hey, I LOVED Home Alone.

The way you was in them traps?

Yeah, we be out there.

Oh!

----lookin' ass.

Why he look like One
Direction if they went

both ways though? [Laughs]

Bro, you listen
to One Direction?

-You really gonna...?
-Oh... [Chuckles]

You Earthworm Jim
lookin' ass nigga.

I know you ain't
switchin' sides.

Look at your shit.

I know you ain't talkin'.

With your LEGO hairline, man.

You can detach that shit, man.

Bro you know I'm insecure
about that, c'mon.

This your first battle, huh?

What's your name, homie?

I don't really have one.

I guess it's Adam.

Che Corleone.

Don't trip on those two, man,

they just love roasting fools.

Rappers, each other,
whoever's around to get it.

But I'm sensing you more
the type of dude who,

like myself, stays focused
on what's really important.

Battles.

Bitches.

Oh, there are bit-- ladies here?

What d'you mean, man?

It's a great turnout tonight.

Mmm!

See, those two over there.

That's what I'm about.

Tryna come spit a little
game with me or what?

You want me to be your wingman?

Mmm-hmm.

Let me guess -- you want
me to talk to the big girl

so you're free to
talk to her friend.

Fuck no, man.

The big girl is MINE.

Fuck outta here.

Yeah, she big, but
she fine as hell.

It takes a real man to
smash a fine fat bitch.

Come on, let's go.

Ey mami.

We just wanted to
personally thank you

for your support.

As two-up-and-coming
battle rappers ourselves,

we appreciate the love.

Oh, so you a battle rapper?

Damn.

Tanya, he say he's
a battle rapper.

You look a little familiar,
come to think of it.

I'm sure I do.

Che Corleone.

Right!

You're the one who battled
Chamberz last event.

Oh, so you know about me.

I could tell you were a
woman of discerning taste.

Discerning enough to
know that Chamberz

bodied you three-oh.

And the battle before
that you got washed,

and the battle before
that your soul

damn near left the earth.

So how 'bout you spend less
time on your pickup lines

for me and more time on your
lines for your next opponent

before you take your
fourth L in a row.

You lucky you got an ass,

'cause your battle
opinions are garbage.

Have you considered
jumping into a battle?

I have a feeling
you'd do very well.

Oh, did I forget to mention?

I'm the second match
on the card tonight.

Devine Wright, nice to meet you.

And she got bars, too?

If you can cook, I
might just be in love.

I can cook you in the
ring, motherfucker!

[Spluttering]

Aw damn, man, sorry,
homies, my bad.

You know, we runnin'
on that hip-hop time.

What up, what up, what up.

A'ight, let's shoot
this bitch real quick,

no Selena.

What up, Oakland. Yeah!

Town bizness, baby!

A'ight. What's up?

This the Killerfornia Battle
League and I beez your host

Donnie Narco, AKA the
Walking Drug Lab

AKA the Cocaine Cowboy
AKA Mister Splash,

put my drink on your bitch's ass

and won't even tip the
glass, you feel me?

A'ight. Cool, cool.

First up, we got a
cool one-round battle

to kick off these tryouts.

To my right, straight outta
Koreatown, Los Angeles,

give it up for Prospek!

LA, baby!

Shout out to Oakland
though, shout out.

Make some noise, let's go.

And to my left we got a
newcomer on the scene

who I hear is gon' be a real
problem, a real problem...

Adam Murk 'Em!

It's just Adam.

Just Adam?

Oh, okay, cool, he on that Cher,

Ronaldo, Roseanne type
vibe, I feel you, player.

Since you the new white
boy on the scene,

we gon' show you a
little bit of love.

It's on you Prospek, get 'im!

YO...

Who the fuck set me up
with this little homo?

This kid looks like he should
be doing Disney promos /

He looks like he loves writing
essays like a prison cholo /

His yearbook photo
looks like the bitch

from the Wendy's logo!

You probably came here
in a Budweiser truck /

With a bumper sticker that
says "I'll die for Trump" /

Basically what I'm saying
is you white as fuck.

Lookin' like Conan
O'Brien's son /

Or the little dude on the
logo for Hawaiian punch

Ha ha, white people!

How the fuck is this white nerd
gonna outsmart this Asian --

what the fuck are you doing? /

You seen Virginia Tech,
we're even better

at school shootings!

He's a ninja!

Finish him!

Don't buy drugs from this man,

just a word of advice /

He's either a cop or reporter --

either way, he's
workin' for Vice /

Actually, if I'm really
squintin', you kinda look like

Tilda Swinton / Actually
he kinda look like one of

them YouTube kids
on Ellen DeGeneres,

when she feelin'
hella generous /

You probably get into fights
like "let me at 'em" /

Actually his butler be fighting
for him like "Let me, Adam"

Ha ha, privilege!

Man, these yuppies
are the worst/

Can you picture 'im in a
Starbucks line with Ugg boots

and a puppy in his purse /

Petting it like, "O-M-G,

you're so fluffy that it hurts"

[Adam] Puppy in his purse.
Eating dogs.

Got some takeout.

No, that's too racist,
can't be racist.

Disney.

Disney logo, D looks like a G.

Virginia Tech.

That's offensive.

Virginia Tech,
disturbing the dead.

Motherfucker, oh, the irony /

You look like Ron Weasley

but you sound like Hermione /

I'm Asian, so it's only right
that I'm serving this ginger /

I saw this nerd up on Tinder,

he had Little Mermaid
as his picture /

So I don't know if I should
slap you like a bitch

or punch your face like a man /

'Cause I keep switching
from open palm to a fist...

like a white boy
shaking your hand!!!

Time! I should've
saw that coming.

It's gonna be hard to
recover from that one,

but let's see what he got.

It's on Adam, let's get it!

[Clears throat]

I can't believe this guy's
up here talking about

Virginia Tech /

That's offensive
to the victims and

their families, why are
you disturbing the dead?

You need to stop,

if I did Disney promo,
that means that I popped /

[Crowd boos, murmurs]

You kinda remind of
the D in Disney --

you look like a G but you're not

[Indistinct chatter]

When they talk about
top prospects,

they don't even
call your name out/

I do have a puppy in my bag,
I'm delivering your takeout!

Yo!

You're so Asian you can use a
piece of string as an eye mask/

And when you watch
movies on your iPad

it looks like an iMax /

Beating me?

That's harder than you
trying to score with divas /

Pronouncing "broccoli"
properly or getting

a border visa to North Korea /

Even Asian bitches
won't fuck you,

that means you're hella frail/

Ordering tuna at
sushi's the only time

you get yellow tail

I give that like a five. Six.

'Cause your dick is so small
you can't tell your cock

from your testicles /

Something's wrong
with your genitals

when your bitch would rather
fuck octopus tentacles /

So, yeah, you're hustlin' weed,

but you're the corner boy
stuck on the streets /

It's bonsai -- you just take a
little cut from the trees /

You talk about killing
people in your rhymes

and act like you have
real homies (homicides) /

It's like your anime
girl pillows --

stop pretending they're
real bodies! /

'Cause actual Gs?

You ain't kill none, so shut
the fuck up and chill some /

Just 'cause you look
like Kim Jong-Un

doesn't mean you're ill, son/

And since you believe
in feng shui,

I'm gonna break in as
an intruder at night /

Move your couch an inch
or two to the right

and fucking ruin your life /

Yo...

Your whole crew looks
like an Asian porn star,

when they censor around
where her bush be /

'Cause all I see is a bunch of
squares surrounding this pussy /

This murder's so cold you
can see this man's breath /

I'll kill your supporters
too for sleeping,

that's Korean fan death!/

You'll be either a little boy or

a geriatric for your lifespan/

Oh. You've got egg on your
face, which makes sense

'cause it's shaped like
a fucking fry pan /

See I had a trap set,

you just played into my plan /

'Cause you really don't know

what you're fucking with like
you had a one-night stand...

in Thailand.

FAGGOT!!!

-Who ARE you???
-Respect.

You're crazy. You did amazing!

Y'all both KILLED that shit!

Ayo, that was one
of our best tryout

battles like EVER ever.

But coming up, we got an
ALL-FEMALE tryout battle.

Lady Deathstryke verse
Devine Wright coming up,

-ya dig!
-Whoo!

You deserve a round
after that shit.

You nice.

Your hairstyle look
like a gay-ass

Tim Burton character,
but you nice.

Thanks, man!

You are amazing though.

I know everyone online is
gonna say you out-rapped me.

But, oh, I'm so glad my
bars went over so well.

I was worried about
that for a minute.

Whoo!

You had some
creative Asian shit.

Motherfuckers come at me
with hella corny jokes,

but you did 'em well, bro.

You think?

Shit, at least you knew
I was Korean instead of

calling me "chink"
the whole time.

Far as I'm concerned,
that's culturally sensitive

by battle rap standards.

The race angle is just some
shit I gotta deal with,

you know.

Hey, I'm just glad you know
that I'm not racist for real.

I was worried about that.

Thanks, man.

Yo, I got a female
admirer that wants to

make your acquaintance.

This is Adam, he's been
the homie from way back.

I pretty much introduced
him to the game,

you could say.

I really loved your performance.

What was one of your
favorite lines?

I liked when you was making
fun of him for being Asian.

You know, I've never really
been into skinny white boys

before, but maybe you
could open my horizon.

Adam.

Why don't you give
her your phone?

My phone?

Yeah, you give her your phone.

Then she puts her number in it.

Then you has her number.

That's how this shit works.

Yeah.

[Ringtone playing]

Oh, uh...

I actually have to make
a quick phone call.

'Scuse me.

Sorry. I'm sorry.

You're gonna just
leave like that.

After I brought you a girl.
Okay.

[Crowd cheering]

Yeah, Lady Deathstryke
won that coin toss,

so it's two minutes
on Devine Wright.

Kick that shit, baby.

I'm a bitch who loves shopping,

I just copped a
magnum and clips /

No boob job,

but I got some new
cans for this bitch /

You got your name
from a comic --

Lady Deathstryke /

But you the lez type,

those long nails'll
fuck up ya sex life!

[Ringtone playing]

-Yo, I saw your battle.
-[Gasps]

That shit was tight.

Keep at it.

Respect.

-That shit was crazy!
-[Whimpers]

I ain't never expect bars
like that from a goofy-ass

white boy like you.

Keep up the good work.

Respect!

Adam?

Heeeey, babe.

Where ARE you?

I have been calling
you for hours!

I know, I'm at the library
and my phone was on silent

so I forgot to check it.

I'm really, really--

-[Cries out]
-You a straight killer, cuz!

Respect.

What?

Adam, wooo.

You out there killin' it, huh?

The streets is talkin'.

That audience reaction,

it's like heroin.

Not that I would generalize

about African Americans
and drugs --

Hey!

Keep it down. I'm sleeping.

Right. Sorry.

They doing this event
in LA next month.

They got this new crazy promoter

dishing out crazy dough.

And, you know, I'm just
saying if you want to

catch up on some bills.

LA?

For the whole weekend?

Yeah. They'll pick up your
hotel and everything.

You representing for me,
you my little protégé.

So you can't make me
look bad out there.

No pressure, then.

Shhh!!!

Sorry. I have to talk
to him here because

my girlfriend can't know.

Not that it's a gay thing.

Yeah, sure.

I'm in.

Not that it's specifically
NOT a gay thing.

Some of us are trying to study.

What's up with your
thesis and the questions

that you gotta ask me?

Right. My thesis.

So one thing I've noticed
that changes in the tone of

the N-word is whether
it's preceded by

a possessive pronoun
or an adjective.

For example, "my N-word"
or "her N-word"

-versus --
-C'mon, bro.

You really gonna hit me with
that "N-word" shit like that?

See, now that makes it
ten times more offensive

'cause you insulting
my intelligence too.

Just say "my nigga."

Are you sure?

I know I checked you before,
but it's a difference

between using the word and
referencing the word.

You gotta use the word
like how Obama said it.

Can't be using it
like how all them

other presidents said it.

Alright.

What I've noticed is the
difference between using

a possessive pronoun like...

-[Softly] "My nigga" --
-There you go.

-- or "her nigga" versus an
adjective like "this nigga"

or a "funny..."

nig...ga.

Okay, wait, wait, wait, wait,

come on.

Are you trying to learn
how to use these phrases

in a rap battle?

Yes. No. Uh...

Yes?

This nigga.

Wow, they have cashew-cheddar
nutloaf quesadillas --

no cheese OR bread!

Adam, this place is perfect.

What's the occasion?

Actually, there's
something I was hoping

to talk to you about.

Namaste!

I'm feeling really good
energy from this table.

Are you ready to order?

Maybe a juice to
energize, relax, detox?

-If I could just have a min--
-I would love

a Carrot-Ginger juice,
but could you substitute

kale for the spinach,
beet for the celery,

mango for the apple,
lime for the lemon,

parsley for the ginger, and
cucumber for the carrot?

If it's not too much trouble.

Fuck yeah.

So, what I need to
talk to you about...

-it's something that I did.
-You fucked someone.

Whoa, no! It's
nothing like that.

You fucked someone, didn't you?

I knew it.

I just did a rap battle.

WHAT?!!!

It's really not a big deal.
Really.

It's just something
I wanted to do,

and I did well enough that I
actually have another one

booked in LA next month.

So I was thinking we
should go together.

Like a fun weekend trip.

Like a fun weekend trip.

Doesn't that sound...

-fun?
-Mmm...

I'll tell you what it sounds
like: it sounds like you

going behind my BACK and
doing the one thing

we explicitly AGREED you
weren't going to do,

not to mention the misogynistic,

homophobic, ableist,
transphobic...

[Adam] Saying rap music
glorifies violence.

Don't you think
that's a little...

racist?

Reductivist.

Colonialist.

Don't you think that's
a little bit...

Don't you think that sounds
a little bit colonialist?

EXCUSE me?

I mean, you're passing
judgment on a grassroots

African-American culture
based on your own privileged

white perspective.

That just seems like a
colonialist critique rather than

honestly engaging with
them on their own terms.

You know, that is why I
didn't tell you about

the battle in the first place.

I knew you being there
would be -- problematic.

Are you saying that if I
don't go to LA with you

and support you in battling,
it makes me racist?

Yep.

I never thought
about it that way.

That is because there are
systems in place that keep

you thinking that way.

Wow. I mean you're right.

I have been so caught up
in my own privilege that

I never thought to examine
battling from an authentic

contextual point of view.

We all slip up sometimes.

Okay.

So help me understand. Like...

What's an example of a
line you would say?

What's something you
would say to me?

I don't think
that's a good idea.

I'm trying to understand here.

I am trying to engage.

Adam, if you love me, you'll
insult me in a rhyme.

Right now.

Okay, okay.

Uh, okay, how about this...

I'm just here to respect women
and treat them equally /

I took you to a vegan eatery,

why would you have
some beef with me?

Oh, my God, that's so good!

Go again.

You're crunchy granola, I can
tell by your pungent aroma /

You smell like swamp water,

I'm worried you've been
fuckin' with Yoda.

And your whole fuckin'
style is more tasteless

than this tofu /

The way I killed you with rhymes

I'm like your deadbeat mother,

I diss-owned you!

What the fuck, Adam?!!!

Get the fuck out.

Oh, You don't understand,

she actually asked
me to say that.

Well, not that exactly, but
we were just joking around.

I was actually coming
up with hypothetical

rap battle lines to say to her.

You know, like if I looked
at your shirt and said

something like, "It's
funny you have a shirt

with Bob Marley, because
your pussy hair looks like

a cross between him
and Rob Zombie."

Okay, bad example.

Chris!

I was just trying to
be a good boyfriend!

Hmm.

I'm sorry about this place.

It's not exactly
what I expected.

And I'm sorry about everything.

Okay, Adam.

You've been
apologizing for days.

You apologized the whole
six-hour drive here.

Could you just not, anymore?

I still agreed to
come, didn't I?

Now let's just try to have

a culturally enriching
experience.

[Grunting]

Oh, shit, is THIS albino mole
rat lookin' motherfucker.

They got everybody
in this telly.

Look, I gotta see you later,
mami, because I gotta

talk to my boy right now.

You good?

-Ride down was smooth?
-Yeah.

Let go, let go.

How you doing?

I watched your Prospek
battle back like ten times.

When you said "your
chick would rather fuck

octopus tentacles" -- YOOOO.

That was COLD.

Thanks, man.

Hey, who was the girl?

Uh, she's just
some Tinder bitch.

I had to get the good luck dome
before the battle goes on,

you know what I'm saying.

I mean, it would've been
better luck if it was

from Bae, but she playin'.

-[Gasps]
-Oh, uh... [Stammers]

Devine!

Have you met my girlfriend Maya?

Maya, this is Devine Wright.

A very talented female battler.

Maya. What's good?

Oh, awesome!

You know, it's really
amazing to meet you.

I really respect
what you're doing,

breaking ground as a woman

in such a
male-dominated pursuit.

What does me being a
woman got to do with it?

I ain't spittin' rhymes
out of my vagina.

Wooo. We're about to
head down to the venue.

You wanna stash your
bags and follow?

Let's do it.

[Groans]

I guess it's upstairs?

[Rats squeaking]

That ain't up.

Yo! All my life I dreamed
of fame and success.

Finally, we made it.

Classic battle shit.

Kid gets a bunch of money,

decides he wants to
be a promoter now.

Spends everything he got
on getting some names,

then puts us up
against a buncha bums

at an event no one comes to.

Man, who cares?

I'm from North Richmond, as
long as I'm getting paid

I'll battle in a
fuckin' sewage drain.

Y'all a buncha divas.

I know. Men, right?

Is that Megaton?

What is he doing here?

It's his city.

But why is he rapping here?

They musta paid him
a couple stacks

more than the rest of us.

What I'm wondering is,
who is THAT nigga?

That looks like...

I think that's the
dude I'm battling.

Shiiiiit.

He's rocking the groom tux.

He about to get up there
and marry your ass.

He looks like my
dad's wedding photo.

He look like he dug up Prince

and stole the nigga suit.

He surely stole the nigga suit.

What's good, y'all,

it's your host Freddie Hustle.

We about to get it cracking
for the inaugural event of

Freddie Hustle Entertainment.

Let's get this battle started.

Battler to my RIGHT!

I said YO -- ya mom's
pussy got one star

on her Yelp reviews!

I didn't even come to battle,

I just have a question that
I wanna ask of my girl /

Will you do me the
honor of making me

the happiest man in the world?

I'll make him double up in the
middle like a tummy tuck /

The shotty'll blow his guts out,

that's a stomach pump...

-Stomach pump.
-Mmm-mmm...

Stomach pump.

Wait, I got it...

Stomach pump.

I'll probably lift
him off his feet

[Distorted] if I aim my Glock /

And that's the first
time a black guy

will get raised by pops!

I just want you to be my boo, K?

I even got you this bouquet /

You like guns, we can
go shopping together,

I'll buy my boo Ks.

And your girl uses Dijon Mustard
when she eat her boogies /

I'll show up at ya
grandma's open casket

and give that bitch a nuggie!

[Laughs]

His sister got mad kids,

just had another couple /

And every time he's
like, "Damn...

well, I'll be a [Distorted]
monkey's uncle. "

And the shotty'll
blow his guts out,

that's a stomach pump /

And your girl's
memory foam mattress

remembers that she's
a fuckin' slut!

-Fuck, what was my next line?
-[Man] Fuck outta here!

Alright, rapper to my LEFT!

Let's go, get 'em.

You a comedian
like John Belushi,

Chris Farley.

Robin Williams...

If you haven't figured
it out by now /

Save us all some time

and kill yourself RIGHT NOW!

You ain't gettin' married,
you gettin' buried,

but you still dressed
suitable, nigga /

I'll let each gun ring twice
-- [Imitates gunshot]

that's Four Weddings
and a Funeral, nigga!

This dude forgot all
the rhymes he studied,

call him Sway, he don't
know the answers /

He's like a kid's
warning label -

this toy is a choking hazard.

So you wanna talk
that racist shit?

I know your girl and
I'm pimpin' the thot /

It's a reverse slavery auction,

[Distorted] I put YOUR
bitch on the block!

Shoot him, then check
for the body shakes,

that's how you can tell
that death's gripped 'em /

It's like a good-ass orgasm,

one bust will have
your legs twitchin'

You're so fat that you
ran out of breath

downloading the app
to count your steps /

If you were on house
arrest, you'd have to take

walking breaks to give
your house a rest.

If he was really provokin' /

He woulda seen all
types a colors,

'cause for the
kill-I'da-scoped-him/...

-[Woman] Get off the stage.
-[Crowd boos]

Get it?

All types a colors,
KALEIDOSCOPED HIM?

Yeah, see, y'all get it.

TIME!

Time.

Time!

TIME!!!

-Yo, yo, check it.
-Shut the fuck up!

You little squirmy
little Reddit blogger/

Another Eminem
impostor who refers

to Elton John as
his second father/

Bob Saget, Rick Moranis,
Kelly Osbourne,

white trash genetic monster /

Probably conceived
in the back of

a Led Zeppelin concert /

If Harry Potter had sex
with Jeffrey Dahmer,

you'd be their lesbian daughter! /

The fuck are you, a little
fuckin' state prison

fuckin' rape victim?/

-[Whimpers]
-He's the new face of racism /

I'm surprised he didn't
show up here today with

a slave with him
chained to him /

He hates African-American
culture 'cause

he was raised different /

He hates Clinton, Abe
Lincoln, pretty much anybody

that can relate with 'em /

Except Blake Griffin --
he feels a little bit

more safe with him 'cause
they share the same pigment /

Bitch, hip-hop has
been for minorities,

it's never been for
you geeky asses /

Matter of fact, what are these,

your little fuckin'
reading glasses

you need for your
English classes? /

Man, gimme that shit -- I'll
stomp these into pieces

and fragments /

And now you can keep them,

he can have this /

Now you get to
complete your dream

of being this genius math whiz /

'Cause everything you
see's in fractions! /

Now get the fuck outta here.
you little fuckin'

dweeby FAGGOT!

Man, y'all see that shit?

He made that kid
cry, like, tears.

That's not right.

Fuck a battle career,
he ended dude LIFE.

He gon' need a new
face transplant

and new social security number.

Megaton.

First battle rapper
quoted in a suicide note.

That whole verse was CRAZY!

Ow! Adam, I'm right here!

Oh, hey, babe.

Wasn't that unbelievable?

Hey, can you get me a
drink from the bar?

Yo, Mega one of the all-time
greats of this shit.

Uh, come on.

Eminem is the greatest
battle rapper of all time.

I'm sorry, fellas.

I forgot it's a white
boy in our presence,

so, you know, we contractually
obligated to mention Eminem.

Hold up. Hold on.

How your man supposed
to be the greatest

and he get bodied in his
own fictional movie?

Lotto washed him in 8 Mile.

Didn't Lickety
Split get him too?

Then he go body himself
for a whole round,

you know what I'm saying.

Poppa Doc ain't choke --
he just knew it was over

so he walked off.

Em took his own L.

Plus how you supposed
to be the greatest

when your video director
some Filipino nigga

making gay-ass art films
for your joints, bruh?

Um...

-two.
-It's not 1992.

Em's skill transcends race.

You talking about Em?

He's the fucking GOAT, man.

You're right, he's better
at putting words together

than all of these black guys.

Go away.

Yo. You said some WILD
shit up there, homie.

Fuck outta here, man,
this is battle rap.

I could diss Asians, Mexicans,

any other race.

Why not blacks?

I'm just trying to
fight for equality.

Hey, he got a point, bruh.

What?

Plus I thought that shit
was hilarious, man!

I love this nigga!

Man! Hey, look. The way you
keep it real with how you feel,

I feel that!

Yo, any of y'all seen
a hotel key card

laying around anywhere?

I can't remember where I put it.

What hotel's it for?

I can't remember.

Fuck that, man.

Why don't you get you're
your ass outta here.

-[Gasps]
-Damn.

This shit messy as fuck, bro.

Yo, let's peel out.

I got a dope food spot I
want to take y'all to.

ADAM!

I want to go back
to the hotel now.

Okay.

I think some of the guys
were gonna grab some food

but I could drop you
off on the way.

Okay.

I want you to think really hard

about what the best
thing to do is.

And then I want you to do it.

So you dropped your girl off?

She dropped me.

She not takin' you back?

In more or less those words.

You did the right thing, bro.

Yeah.

Yeah, it's fine.

I'm sure we'll be...

fine.

Hey, can I drop this
in someone's car?

Maya was my ride home.

I got you, dog.

Just know you gon' be
designated driver, though.

[Cell phone chimes]

Yo, the homie just texted
me that Megaton is

having an after party
at the crib later.

Shit's gon' be LIT.

How's that, how's that.

Wooo!

White folks drivin'
us around tonight!

Let me get this shit straight.

We in LA and the Mexican
takes us to a sushi joint.

I'm with D.

You wrong for this one.

First off, I'm Ecuadorian,
motherfuckers.

Second, the chef here
came highly recommended.

No way.

I take that back -- you
DEAD wrong for this one.

My LA connect saw him working
here and told me about it.

I had to come see for myself.

Okay, what can I get
y'all started with?

I got a quick question. Um...

I heard you're so Asian
when you watch movies

on your iPad it
looks like an IMAX.

-[Laughter]
-Can you confirm?

Aw, HELL nah.

You should be proud.

You dressed like you about to
take your yellow belt test,

it's your lucky day.

Nah, he look good
in his uniform.

It really brings out his eyes.

Man, FUCK all a y'all.

What are you doing
making sushi, anyway?

You're Korean.

There ain't enough Japanese
to keep up with how much

white people love this shit.

Half of the sushi joints
here are owned by Koreans.

We just pretend to be Japanese.

Y'all too ignorant to
know the difference.

You a walking Asian
stereotype, bro.

You probably fought like fifty
ninjas on the way here.

Drove a Civic and
drift the whole way.

It must be hella hard to
write the customer's checks

in that crazyass calligraphy.

Yeah, that's true.

What do you do after work
-- go home and pretend

to rape your grandma? [Laughs]

YO.

What the fuck, bro?!!

You know, 'cause you're Korean,

but you're pretending
to be Japanese.

And Japan occupied
Korea for a long time

and they committed a
lot of atrocities...

I thought we were roasting him.

We WAS talkin' some
ignorant Asian shit.

Then you went and put all
this real history into it.

Not cool, bro.

It'd be best for
you all to leave.

Sensei, these are my friends.

We're just joking around.

"Sensei?"

Yo, Mister Miyagi IS real!

Yo, Hollywood owes you all
kinds of royalties, bro.

Come call me, talk to my face.

Yo.

This old-ass Hong Kong
Phooey motherfucker

really trying to start
some shit with me --

Oh, shit.

He kicked my face!

We should get him out of here.

He kicked me in the
motherfuckin' face!

Let me at him.

-You want him?
-No, no, no...

-Get yo' ass out.
-[Devine cackling]

An old martial arts
master doing a spin kick

in the middle of a
sushi restaurant?

REALLY?

Do you even know how much
of a fucking stereotype

you made us look like?

You set Asians back
a hundred years!

Che was right, Mega lives
in the hood for real.

Are you sure this is the hood?

These houses are all really big.

And they have lawns.

You really from New York, huh?

[Muffled music]

Fuck is this, the
Captain Planet reunion?

Sup, Che.

Prospek.

Baby girl.

Behn Grym, what's good, homie.

I don't think you
met my guy Adam.

Nah, we ain't met.

I seen your shit though.

You a'ight, homie.

Thanks, man! I'm
a huge fan of --

A'ight.

We got bitches,
blunts goin' around,

hookers, pregnant prostitutes,

white girl, molly.

It's that West Coast
hospitality, baby.

Your shit is crazy.

That Virginia Tech line?

You got bars, for real.

Respect.

It's just, that whole Asian
shit be getting to me.

No matter what I
say, they can say

some cliché-ass kung-fu
lines and it pops off.

Okay, it's always the
same shit for me too.

Whenever I battle a
nigga, I know everything

he gon' say to me.

I mean, that groom shit
was a little different,

but at the end of the
day, it's the same shit.

Just based on my gender.

So how you break out of that?

You don't.

No matter what, I'm goin'
get the bitch bars,

and you goin' get
the Asian bars,

and this kid'll always get
the white-ass nerd bars.

Am I really a nerd, though?

Never mind.

Battling is an
expectations game.

Niggas goin' always come
with the expected shit,

'cause that's what the
audience wants to hear.

But the fact that you can expect
it means you can flip it.

Play it to your advantage.

Yo, it is ON.

I don't even know
this bitch's name,

but she's a fuckin' smoke
show and she's ALL OVER me.

I'm 'bout to smash for real.

Don't you think
it's a problem that

you don't know her name?

Yo, the only problem is gonna
be when I'm fuckin' her

so hard her teenage
daughter is gonna get

pregnant in the future.

Shit, how can THAT motherfucker

get laid off battling?

For me it just makes it harder.

I tell a nigga I battle and
his dick start tucking up

like it's the "Silence
of the Lambs."

I need a drink.

Yo, I swear that's...

nah, it can't be.

You know her from somewhere?

Yeah -- from jerking off.

That's Bella Backwoods, yo,
I've been following her since

Teen vids all the way to MILF.

That's...

three years.

That actually IS a long
time to follow a porn star.

I'm sayin' though.

[Woman] Oh, my God, yes!

Fuck.

We gotta stop Che.

Because of his deeply
problematic attitude towards

hook-ups and women in general?

No.

Because of THIS.

We should.

Get Behn.

[Woman moaning]

Oh, damn, y'all perverts, man!

Oh, you tryna get a picture
for the 'Gram, huh?

Take that shit.

Put your damn pants on.

Alright, alright. Shit, man.

You tryna hit this shit too?

At least let me finish first.

Man, that's Megaton's
girl, you dumb-ass nigga.

You better hope and pray he
didn't see you come in here

or we all will be
getting fucked.

Hurry up!

Okay, okay!

Back up.

If anything, this
is between Bella

and her boyfriend.

Are we seriously suggesting
that Che is somehow

vaginally trespassing on
another man's property?

So Bella has no sexual agency

or bodily autonomy here?

Ain't none of us gon' have
bodily autonomy if we dead!

Fuck.

Hey, babe.

I'll deal with this
fucking whore later.

Right now I'ma have
some words with

my gardener real quick.

Alright.

Look, he didn't mean
to disrespect you.

He's just a knucklehead.

-If he would of knew --
-Get the fuck out

my way, dog.

This don't even concern you.

Well, I'm making it my concern.

Why, 'cause you the
big homie now?

You fuckin' vouch for
him all of a sudden?

He didn't mean anything.

We battle rappers.

We battle each other and
disrespect each other

in the ring as rappers.

But to come to my house,
and FUCK MY GIRL?

You disrespected me AS A MAN.

So now we goin' have
to handle that as men.

If you wanna throw hands,
we can throw hands.

But you gon' keep them guns out.

Oh we gon' do a lot
more than throw hands,

motherfucker.

I'ma see you...

in that ring.

It ain't gon' be no
straight rap shit though,

-you feel me?
-That's cool.

Me and you got a problem as men.

We battle as men, not
just as rappers.

-Straight up.
-That's cool.

We could do that.

Understood.

Right?

Yup.

I'm sorry, a rap battle?

You wanna solve this
with a rap battle?

Shut the fuck up.

No, I'm over here
pissing my pants...

That actually might
be literal --

thinking I'm surrounded
by straight-up gangsters

packing heat, about
to blow my brains

all over this lovely
interior decor,

but no.

You think the most street
way to deal with this

is with a rap battle!

That thing where a bunch of
grown-ass men get together

in a room, call each other
gay and come up with

make-believe ways we're totally

going to kill each other.

Is that not the corniest shit

you've ever heard in your life?

Is that thing even real?

We was just leaving.

Great to meet you all!

Come on up to Berkeley sometime,

we settle beef with
word debates there too!

Can you believe how
ridiculous that was?

To take this silly insult
game we play so seriously.

I mean, love it, but come on.

I thought we were in a life or
death situation back there!

Wooo! Stop the car.

Oh, yeah? You want
to grab a drink?

Ooo, we should do a toast
to Che's big battle.

Stop the fuckin' car!

I'm having a fuckin'
panic attack!

Oh!

[Vomiting]

I'm sorry, man.

I have anxiety myself,
I know how it is.

And that was an
insane situation.

I just figured you
had a handle on it.

Why?

'Cause I'm black, so
I'm supposed to be

in the streets like that?

I'm a fuckin' video
game designer, dog.

You're WHAT?

Oh, this is you fucking with me.

No.

That's on my daughter's life.

You have a daughter?

So, the slang, the accent.

It's an act.

This ain't no ACT.

You never heard a
code-switchin', mah'fucka?

Right.

Of course.

Sorry, I didn't mean to
make any assumptions.

-I just thought --
-I know what you thought.

You think I need a
white boy to tell me

what he thought of me?

Battle rap is not boxing,
it's a street fight.

You wan't just get
your jaw broke,

you got someone
right in your face

trying to tear you apart.

Your job, your girl, dick
pics you sent in high school.

It's fair game.

That's why I keep my private
business actually private.

And I never use personals
on my opponents, neither.

I just talk about shooting them.

Okay.

What is that?

Look -- front, back,
front, salute.

Got it?

Got it!

A'ight. That was great.

We got a long way to
Oakland to work on that.

Shit!

What time is it?

Hey, um... do you think
since we're going back to

your place anyway,
maybe I could...

stay, at...?

I got you.

This place is awesome, man.

I'm honestly surprised.

You would be surprised.

You a racist piece of shit.

Yeah, I know.

I'm trying hard not to be.

I believe you really think that.

Look, before we get up there,

my wife got a problem with

people calling me my rap name.

So call me Osiris. Or Oz.

Your real name is Osiris?

Yeah.

But your rap name is BEHN?

Yeah.

Okay.

Man, I can HEAR the
racist shit you thinking.

Everything is good, you know.

My wife make the best
burnt bacon ever.

Yeah?

-Yeah, man --
-Boy, take that hat off.

Can I be done now?

Give me one more bite, baby.

No, no, no, no, no, give
me one bigger than that!

There you go.

Now you're done, okay?

[Coughing]

Oz?

I got it. I got it. I got it.

Hey, baby. It's okay. It's okay.
It's okay.

There you go. There you go.

Just how we practiced, okay?

Big deep breaths.

Think of it like
you're breathing down

into your tummy. In and out.

In and out.

There you go.

-Your feeling better?
-Mmm-hmm.

You wanna go watch a little TV?

Okay.

Daddy will take you, c'mon.

What my baby wanna watch, hmm?

[Grace] Austin and Ally!

[Behn] I like that one too,
I'll watch it with you.

Cystic fibrosis.

She's had it since she was born.

Her lungs get clogged
up and it just makes it

hard for her to breathe.

That's really tough.

I'm sorry.

So, Adam, what do you do?

I mean besides appropriate
black culture

-for your livelihood.
-[Laughs]

That's hilarious.

Oh. Okay.

I'm a student.

English Lit major.

I'm actually more
interested in what Behn --

Oz does, to be honest with you.

Video game design.

How did you get into that?

I stabbed a video game
designer and took his laptop.

Really?

What's wrong with you?

I went to college.

And do they, uh -- know?

About the battle rap?

Yeah.

And they're cool with it?

With a black guy being a rapper?

You know what, I'ma be honest,

it does get annoying
sometime when you're working

on an FPS and you got all
these dudes coming up

to you asking you
details about a gun.

Well, it's great
that your wife is

so supportive of you battling.

Why wouldn't I?

It's just my girlfriend isn't.

'Cause of all the
woman-bashing and stuff.

I just thought you may
be against it because

it portrays a certain
-- negative image.

I see we got no "respectability
politics"-ass motherfucker

at the table.

No, no, I got it.

A'ight.

You really want to sit
here and spout off about

"negative image," when we
both know that no matter

how much money he makes, no
matter how "well" he speaks,

no matter how many
suits he puts on,

he can still go out and
get shot in the street

by the police for no reason.

That I can have the same fate?

That my daughter can?

So if he's gonna make
money by battling,

and put food on this here table,

with the talents that
God has given him,

oh, you damn right
I'ma support him.

No matter how many of y'all
little white boys come up in

here talking about how
"negative" it might be.

But you live in Rockridge,
the safest neighborhood

-in Oak--
-Damn it.

I can't believe I just had
to black-splain some shit to

you in my own damn house.

Maybe that's all
white people need,

is just to have someone
explain stuff to us.

So it's not enough that
this country was literally

built off of our oppression,
but now that we get an iota

of freedom, we gotta
go explaining that

same oppression back to y'all?

No. Not tonight, Satan.

I need to go make me some tea.

And Oz -- I love you,
but if you think

that MC Micro-Agression here
is spending one night under

this here roof, both of y'all
can go find yourselves

a hotel room where
you can discuss

"black-on-black crime" together.

She BODIED you, nigga.

I felt bad when it
was a black guy,

but look at all his privilege.

White kids choosing to be
homeless so they can act

like Kerouac are the reason
we don't have communism.

Actually, the reason we don't
have communism is your

undermining of the
interracial solidarity and

class consciousness
of the proletariat.

And you look like you'd
smoke pumpkin spice

-out a junkie's pipe!
-[Both gasp]

[Cell phone rings]

Adam.

Hey, babe.

I was hoping we could
talk, now that we've had

a chance to cool off.

Hmm. It's funny.

This is exactly what your
father said you would do.

You talked to my dad?

About our relationship?

Well, he had some prescient
insights, actually.

He pointed out the parallels
with Dmitry and Katya

-in The Brothers Kara--
-This conversation is really,

really important to me.

Can you hold on a second?

I have to take this call.

Yo.

Yo, Adam, what's goody.

Hunnid Gramz!

This is awesome.

It's an honor.

A'ight, word.

Check it out, right.

We got an event end of the
month where we settin' up

Megaton verse Che to deal with
all this beef out here, okay.

And I thought it'd be EXTRA
dope to have a co-headliner:

Adam verse Behn Grym.

Can you hold on a sec?

I have a huge opportunity.

Huge for US.

[Maya] Is it your window
of opportunity for begging

for my forgiveness?

-You don't understand--
-I DON'T understand.

I don't even know who the
hell you are right now.

Do YOU?

One sec.

Gramz?

Dude, you playing hardball, huh?

Tell you what, you
take the match,

I got five racks for y'all.
Each.

-It's not about the money--
-This could be the biggest

match of your career.

People always wanna see the
master face his protégé, okay.

If you go off, you
a legend for life.

[Cell phone chimes]

Okay. I'll take the battle.

[Maya] WHAT battle?

Maya!

The lifelong battle of
winning back your trust?

I'm hanging up now.

No, NO, NO, DON'T.

I'll get rid of the other call.

Okay, it's just you and me now,

I promise.

[Gramz] WOAH.

I'm just offerin' a match-up.

Wait, who is this?

Hunnid fuckin'
Gramz, town bizness.

Look, there ain't no "you
and me" all of a sudden.

I mean, you got some shit,
but I ain't tryna make

a funny white boy my
flagship artist or nothing.

No offense.

Yo. I mean, hey.

I mean, who...?

[Maya] So the other
call is gone?

-Right.
-[Cell phone chimes]

Okay, babe, it's done.

[Gramz] What the
FUCK you call me?

[Maya] Uh, YOU "the
fuck" called ME.

[Gramz] What you doin'
with your voice now?

Offer a white boy some money
and y'all get weird as shit.

I think I -- accidentally
merged the two calls.

[Maya] Adam??? Who is this?

[Gramz] Ohhh, so you
really IS a bitch.

Yo, your voice sound sexy.

I like a woman who sounds
like she 'bout to make

my ass pay alimony.

-Oh, my God.
-[Maya] PIG.

And I am not saying that
because you're black.

And I'm not even assuming
that you are black.

Damn it, Adam, why do
you always make me

sound so RACIST?

[Gramz] That's a keeper,
bruh, f'real f'real.

So what's good with the battle?

I'm not doing any more battles.

Ever again.

I'm out.

I just lost my
girlfriend for good,

I got beat up by a vegan,
and I'm sleeping on

a fucking park bench, all
because of battle rap.

And you guys don't even
take me seriously.

Plus, everywhere I
go people think

I'm some neo-Nazi racist.

It's like I'm walking
around yelling "chink,

kike, gook, spic,
faggot, raghead"--

I've been getting reports
of a homeless man

on this bench verbally
accosting passersby.

What can you tell me about this?

I haven't seen anyone.

I should get to class.

Maya.

Can I talk to you for a sec?

You left her stranded in
a Los Angeles ghetto.

She has nothing to say to you.

She left me stranded!...

That's not important right now.

Look, Maya, I just
want you to know that

I'm quitting rap battling.

For real.

It made me into a
complete asshole.

I totally get it.

Alright, everyone.

As you know, we
have subject thesis

presentations today.

A brave soul among you has
volunteered to go first...

Maya.

Oh, please, don't give me
the sad puppy dog act.

I know you think you're
the hero of the story,

and that I'm just the cliché
controlling bitch girlfriend

who the audience is
supposed to hate.

But have you ever stopped
to think I might be a bitch

with a POINT?

That the real problem here
isn't the TONE of what

I'm saying, it's the CONTENT
of what you've said?

[Groans]

Your life fails
the Bechdel test.

-Yasss, bitch.
-Mmm, get it.

-You okay?
-Yeah.

Thanks, Mr. Kendall.

So the subject of my thesis is

"The Cultural Legitimization of

White Racism in America
as 'Free Expression.'"

I plan to trace this idea
from its emergence in

the mid-20th Century,
when racism became

less forthright and more
coded, through today,

when it has become
particularly salient...

Look, I understand
where you coming from.

I wanna quit this shit
half the time too.

And you think I really
wanna battle a homie?

It's five Gs on the line.

And I know my family could
really use that money.

We got a few unexpected bills,

for Grace.

I'm not gonna bore
you with that.

I'm just asking
you, as a friend.

Would you please
take the battle?

Why are you even talking to that

"I don't see color"-type
racist ass bum?

I told you, Young White
Privilege ain't trying to

help nobody but his damn self.

Old dumb motherfucker.

[Maya] One interesting example
in the 21st Century context

is battle rap.

Now what started as an
authentic African-American

experience has been co-opted,

like so many other things,
by white supremacists,

as a space to say
obscenely racist things

under the guise
of "competition."

Trigger warning: in addition
to its vile racism,

this video contains transphobia,

slut shaming,

and an enormous douchebag.

Even Asian bitches
won't fuck you,

that means you're hella frail /

Ordering tuna at sushi
is the only time

you get yellow tail /...

You just take a little
cut from the trees /...

'Cause you really don't know
what you're fucking with

like you had a one-night
stand -- in Thailand.

-FAGGOT!!!
-[Students gasp]

The f-slur, Adam? Really?

That's not only offensive,
it's offensively basic.

You can bet your guilao ass
that EVERY Asian on campus

is going to know about this.

Well, I thought
it was hilarious.

I don't even mind that
you used that word --

you've always been
a faggot to me.

Thank you.

Oh, I can come back,
if you're busy.

No, come on in.

Have a seat.

What are you doing here?

I'm kind of -- homeless.

I was wondering if I
could stay with you.

For a few days.

No. [Sniffing]

Why do you smell
like cocoa butter?

Well, I spent the last
week sleeping on a bench.

The last homeless guy
left a bottle there.

My skin was all dry.

You know what I mean.

I don't mean you, I just mean,

because you're a nurse.

I'm the Dean of this school.

So after Maya showed that
video of your "battle"

in class yesterday,
that went viral.

The administration is now

under a lot of pressure to act.

You know how sensitive the
climate is towards racism

and appropriation -- and
your performance was

downright Iggy Azalean.

Why does the school
care about what I do

in my private life?

It's 2018, there is
no private life.

The university cannot
afford a scandal right now.

The Asian American Association
is ready to turn this

into Bien Dien Phu,

and the Jewish Law
Students' Association

is already filing a harassment
lawsuit against the campus.

I didn't say anything
about Jewish people.

Well, that may well be, but
many members of the JSLA are

dating members of the Asian
American Association.

So what do you have against
interracial relationships?

Huh?

And there's the added
visibility factor of

me being your father.

Like it or not, people
notice when Kylo Ren

has a Force tantrum because
he's Han Solo's son.

Sorry, Dean -- spoilers.

I know this looks bad, but it's
all for my thesis subject,

which is on the use
of the word "nigga"--

EXCUSE ME???

Sorry, Behn Grym told me that
it's more respectful to say

"nigga."

The rock monster from
the Fantastic Four

said you could us the N-word?...

He's black.

I gotta go to class.

Actually, you don't.

Effectively immediately

-your scholarship is being--
-What?

Thirty years in academia,
and every man still thinks

his balls have the
right to interrupt me.

I said that effective
immediately your scholarship

is being suspended.

Don't look at me.

I gotta think about my
own situation here.

If I'm seen publicly
supporting your comments,

I'll be like the next

"insert whatever the
Internet is mad at today."

So you're disowning me?

Adam, use a less plutocratic
word than disowning.

I'm not a racist.

How can you judge
someone based off

one clip on YouTube?

Because I wrote the book.

Several.

"People pay for what they do,

and still more for what they
allow themselves to become."

James Baldwin.

And to quote a more contemporary

African-American writer,
that was the realest shit

he ever wrote.

Well -- if Karamazov
DID commit patricide,

then I wouldn't be
that surprised.

That's precisely the
rhetoric I can't abide.

Well, I am being bastardized.

Are you trying to satirize?

If did, then would
you be satisfied?

Stop rhyming, you little shit!

This family is fucked up.

[Protesters chanting
indistinctly]

Safe space, not hate space!

Asian Americans against Adam!

We will not excuse
horrific racist slander

just because it rhymes!

Intolerance will
not be tolerated!

THERE HE IS!

Remember, this is a
peaceful protest --

resist the understandable urge

to tear his limbs from his body.

Go jerk off to anime!

Delete your account.

You've got everybody out here

getting our culture fucked up.

Again.

Thanks for that.

Get woke, cocksucker.

[Cell phone chimes]

Behn?...

I'm in.

Let's do it.

Oakland -- IS Y'ALL IN HERE???

The main events we got
comin' up are gonna be

institutionalized
for their insanity,

but don't sleep on the
two dope-ass spitters

that we got right
here, right now.

Now, I know you heard all
the jokes about Asian men

never gettin' together
with black women --

but fuck did, we did it, y'all.

KBL breakin' down all
types a barriers,

ya dig?

You ready for this?

I hope so.

This is a special
ONE-round matchup.

Both rappers requested this,

so you know it's gonna
be some coldass shit.

Rapper on my right,
state your name.

Devine Wright, 'cause
I'm the motherfuckin'

queen of this shit!

Nervous rapper on the left,
state your name, soldier.

Prospek, representing
K-Town, Los Angeles.

Stand the fuck up.

You looking like you
drank from the wrong

Grail or some shit.

You good?

I'm good.

Respect for taking the match.

Check should definitely help.

Grace, she's doing good.

This should be
good for you, man,

I hope you kill it.

I can't wait to see
what you've got.

Right.

I got some shit.

Either way we goin' be boys.

After all, you don't
do personals, right?

Right.

I'll let you do your thing.

Now Devine chose to go first,

so it's all on you,
Queen, let's get it.

Fuck this Asian motherfucker!!!

Fuck this kamikaze plane,
Tamagotchi playin',

shots of saki
takin' motherfucker

What the fuck?

Ooh, I get it.

Fuck Lucy Liu and Sulu too /

Fuck your ninja
stars, your Subaru,

fuck Buddha and Confucius too /

Wait, actually I don't know if
I should be rhyming all that,

I don't know how China attacks /

I'm not trying to get
a cyber-attack or

-trying to get hacked
-He's disrespectful!

If you were on your death bed
and saw your life in a flash /

It would be you
designing an app,

dining on cats, and
doing science and math

What the fuck is he doing?

This fool is killing
HIMSELF right now!

Samurais take this hari-kari
shit seriously, bruh!

Your family's either
making Civics

or has a nail and
facial business /

I'm surprised the movie Crash

didn't have more Asians in it

That's foul.

That's foul.

Why is it so hard
for you to drive?/

I seen Crouching
Tiger, Hidden Dragon,

you motherfuckers used to fly /

You know what you call goin'
with an Asian on a Uber ride?...

What's that?

Suicide!

If I cut your voice box I
bet you'd bleed soy sauce /

When you're at the
arcade they mistakin'

your eyes for the coin slots /

This Asian is an overachiever,

you be catchin' more dogs than
you can store in the freezer /

Your idea of playing catch
is throwing a cleaver

at a golden retriever /

So if I call you a rice farming,

bootlegging, dry cleaning,

bad driving piece of shit
and these dudes'll laugh /

And if you're wondering
why I'm dissing Asians...

you do the math

I don't know what the
fuck just happened,

but I love what the
fuck just happened.

Devine, I know you not
gonna let him talk to him,

I mean talk to you
like that, right?

Hell no.

A'ight, let's get it then.

This bitch got at
me for being Asian,

mmm... but came with
some weak shit/

So now I gotta get on my
shit dissing ladies --

'cause that's clearly
what she is!

Ain't no vaginoplast'

that can give her a
tighter snatch /

This bitch got a wider
gap than the income

between white and black.

That's a wide gap!

That's a wide gap!

If she ain't giving
up the pussy,

you could get sucked then,
that's a black ho /

I said even if she ain't
giving up the pussy,

you could get sucked in,
that's a black hole! /

Before I even let
the gun kiss her

I'ma give this bitch a Tic Tac /

Whoo!

'Cause I'm brushin' so loud What
she's spitting got a kickback! /

They be havin' stage fright
when I whip out this dick /

'Cause it'll make a bitch choke

and then forget how to spit /

She too ugly to even
feed her the D,

the only way a nigga
keep her in Gs /

If she Ayesha Curry
and her cookin' make

niggas weak in the knees /

She be having welfare babies,

but I give the
hustle respect /...

'Cause we both sonnin' niggas
just for the check!!! /

I know y'all confused
by what we doin',

so check it -- we just figured /

We'd flip the same shit

we always hear from
you fuck niggas! /

So yo Pro, we killed this shit,

we fuckin' em up, nigga /
And for the rest of y'all,

you can do them cliché bars...

but you can't do them
better than US, nigga!

Devine won that
clearly, no debating.

Yeah, but she was goin'
at herself basically.

So...

Prospek won?

Nah, Prospek lost, but
he was dissin' Asians,

which means he...

beat himself?

We need algebra for
this shit, bruh.

That's some shit that could
only happen in Oakland,

you feel me?

Make some noise for those
fools bodying everbody

within a five-mile
radius with that shit!

That worked out perfect.

Hell yeah!

Your female bars were craaaazy.

Yo, your Asian bars, too.

They gon' make China a
no-fly zone for you.

That shit was wild, bro.

Y'all took me on a roller
coaster of emotions.

I don't know how many people
here GOT what y'all did.

Pure genius.

Your sensei would be proud, bro.

Oh, he died.

Wait -- for real?

Yeah. He got in another
fight at the restaurant

and one dude pulled a knife out.

Roundhoused like four dudes
before he dropped though.

Went out like a G.

Respect.

Dope battle, anyway.

We gonna need a minute
to recover from that.

But comin' up next
though, we got my man

Behn Grym versus Adam. Okay.

Where the hell is Adam at?

Adam, come to the ring.

Where is Adam?

Why is the white boy on CP time?

[Adam] You thought
since I'm a white boy

that he would scare me pale? /

You can't rep the brothers Grym,

your life is a fairy tale

[Man] Get hit with
a combo breaker,

the Boston strangler,

from the Casa de Vega,

you soccer player
slash commentator,

La Bamba singer,

shout out to all the
Spanish Armada raiders,

that came through
your fuckin' crib

and took your mom and raped her.

Good luck.

This is it -- the first
main event of the night.

Master versus protégé.

Sensei versus student.

Jedi versus Padawan.

The rapper on my right
needs no introduction.

He's a Bay Area LEGEND,
so put some respeck

on his name.

Behn Grym.

Rapper on my left, he may
need an intro or two --

Let's just fucking do this.

A'ight.

Adam won the coin toss, so
it's two minutes on Behn.

Let's work.

Yeah, that's what
I'm talkin' about!

They talkin' wild out here,
like I ain't better than

my own protégé /

Well, you and Megaton
both takin' Ls tonight,

'cause he ain't
even a pro to Che!

And as for Adam, the mack'll
more (Macklemore) than hurt him,

you'll get lowered
into an open grave /

You thrift shoppin' --

you get put in a suit
off some throwaways /

Red-headed bitches is freaks,

'cause me and his mom
known to get wild /

It's more than a metaphor

when I treat this redhead
like my stepchild

He smashed your mom?

Look at his face!
Look at his face!

And we didn't even
make it to the room,

I smashed her in the lobby/

I'm like a priest
at the communion,

I'll turn this cracker
into a body!/

He performs spoken word,
so after I slam this poet

he'll feel back in his prime /
'Cause I ain't gotta clap him,

I just snap him
after his lines /

So it was never really right
to call this cat a rookie /

You know spoken word is
like a dental dam --

it's just a (w)rap for pussies /

His mom and dad is rich,

so if we rob him it's more
than snatchin' a chain /

I'll hit him with the
silver spoon so far back

in his mouth, he gets
stabbed in the brain /

I'll revoke your hood pass,

make sure you not good in here /

His last name is Merkin,

so you know we got a
fake pussy here (hair)!/

You a culture thief,
a vulture, a leech /

Why you usin' the voice
that black people use

to talk to police? /

You grew up at Broadway
and Park Place,

you not in these streets /

I'll put the iron to this
square like a Monopoly piece! /

He so mad he can't be
black that he's bitter /

When teachers asked what he
wanna be when he grew up,

he answered, "A nigga." /

So, outta spite, he
became a Klansman,

but black men is what
this faggot is in-ta /

How you K. K. K.

when you fuck black men?

You the Kardashian sisters! /

All your shit for
Pro was racist,

but you say you NOT racist?

That's some crazy stuff /

This nigga start every sentence

he ever say with "I hate
to be racist, but... "/

You a high-in-salt type cracker,

when I'm done with this
soft white rapper /

He'll be online after
typin' "All Lives Matter!"

Make some noise!

Black lives matter, Adam!

You said my mom's a whore?

Yeah, he did say that.

Well, you're right.

So it's time you got
some viral shots /

'Cause if it burns
when you piss now,

you know why they call
her a fire-crotch!

He fuckin' you up already, man.

That boy don't play.

What, you thought
since I'm a white boy

that he would scare me pale? /

You can't rep the brothers Grym,

your life is a fairy tale

Wow, Brother Grym.

You and your wife are on
some Boy Meets World shit,

and she's at best average /

You've been with one
bitch your whole life,

don't try to tell me Behn's
savage (Ben Savage) /

He doesn't have a
set he's bangin',

he was busy wedding plannin' /

How're you gonna make that

bitch Topanga when her pussy
looks like Topanga Canyon!

Is that shit true?

You only been with one bitch?

Nigga!

You need to experience life!

Fuck the guns you say
you pack man (Pac-Man),

me and your Miss are
knockin' boots /

And when I'm done I might
kill that prostitute

like I'm trying to keep my
Grand Theft Auto loot /

Yeah, she swallows too,

she's like Kirby how she
inhales every drop /

Then I'll do her like
Metal Gear and put

my Solid Snake in her box!/

You don't own a sole Calibre,

if you control-a (controller)
gun it's Nintendo brand/

That's why the block won't
feel/fill your lines

like you're in a Tetris jam /

Where you pulling weapons from?

'Cause you got punked

by Megaton without a
TEC in (Tekken) hand /

If you really had
those big arms,

you would've taken a
shot at Mega man! /

I know you're probably
wondering why I designed

these bars about video
games for my writtens...

It's 'cause this
motherfucker designs

video games for a livin'!/

What?

Tell them the truth,

tell them these gun bars are
just bluffing for fame /

Tell them what you
really mean when you say

you're making money
from the game!

You ain't going
hard in the gutter,

you're dealing with
marketing numbers /

If you got fire
power from the pipe

you're playing Mario Brothers /

The closest thing
you get to beef

is when kids on X-Box trash
talk to each other /

The closest you get to pimpin'

is when you come home and tell
your daughter you love her! /

Oh, shit, y'all didn't know?

Yeah, he's a family man /

So if he's talking
about sharing cells,

it ain't jail,

he's just got a family plan /

So I'm exposing my own friend,

I'm on that white devil shit /

I just showed this game designer

what the next level is!

Sorry, my nigga, but if
what he sayin' true,

we riding with the
REAL gangster.

Ain't finna be over here
catching no stray shrapnel

for no frog man?

Y'all switching sides?
Y'all switching sides?

Aw man, that's cold, bruh.

Ey Grym, you wanna
pass the controller,

or you got something for
Adam mister video game man?

So you wanna diss my wife?

Cool, I guess I gotta let
you know what's up /

For comin' at-her-I'll
(Adderall) have bullets

riddlin' (Ritalin)
your frame, nigga,

now focus up!

I'm a Beast to this Boy,
I'll shoot at his team

and clap whoever /

MCA, Ad-Rock -- Adam'll
either die first

or lose his man forever /

They say he'd kill me,

it's over him the
priest say "Amen" /

The tables is turned,
they mo(u)rning

Adam like he DJ AM! /

Your girl dumped you over
some battle rap shit,

that's a true story, B /

So you lost some pussy
to win a battle?

Only thing fucked
is your priorities

He got a point.

And her name is Maya, like
the people who worshipped

gods with savage rites /

So it's only right that
Maya ripped his heart out

like a human sacrifice! /

His dad's a famous writer,
so wherever you go

his shadow hits you./

What a surprise --
another white bitch

with daddy issues /

They say you a dope writer,

but you not the best in
your family, is you?/

Shit, if he was to
battle with you,

you'd be Marvin Gaye -- your
old man would KILL you! /

You a Shermanator impersonator,

walkin' around here with
you panties tangled /

Corniest red-headed bitch in rap

since Jay flipped
the Annie sample/

We both got treated like disease

cause society didn't like us /A

Well fuck that --

I'd rather have nigger-itis
than ginger-vitis! /

It was that one time I let
you try sayin' "nigga" fast/

But it really don't matter
if you get a Nigga Pass

if you ain't felt
a nigga's past!

If we was to go around and
start killing crackers,

I'm coming to your college
where you chill son /

You thought we wouldn't get
revenge for Mike Brown,

I'll catch you there
and will son.

[Crowd cheering]

Black lives matter!

Black lives matter!

He did a school project
on battle rap,

that's the only reason his
hoass got to talk to me /

So here's my interview answer,
Adam: "EAT A DICK"...

and you better quote
that properly!!!

Now we got a battle!

Now we got a battle!

Behn Grym got his balls back.

I, I, I man, it's
back on my white boy.

Let's finish this motherfucker!

You wanna get personal?

Let's get personal...

His real name is Osiris, that's
the Egyptian death god /

Whose wife is Isis
-- which is perfect,

cause if he's home late she'll
take his fucking head off!/

So yeah my bitch
ripped my heart out,

at least that's the only
body part I have gone /

Your bitch?

Call her LeBron with how
easy she keeps your balls

in her palm!

She's a stuck-up cunt,

wherever they go she
makes him pay /

The way you stunt
to stay in the box,

it's like you're David Blaine/

[Crowd exclaiming]

I just wonder what
your ancestors

who were slaves would say /

Cause you get cuffed and
whipped by the ball and

chain till you're
Fifty Shades of Grey!

Yo, he's goin' IN on wifey!

Hey, man. Holla at me later, I
know a good divorce lawyer, baby.

But for real, I respect how
having a family changed

your life's focus/

Especially after your kid was
diagnosed with cystic fibrosis /

That's why you did this battle,

to pay for her care
with the funds /

So you're putting
food on her plate...

TOO BAD YOU CAN'T PUT
AIR IN HER LUNGS! /

With Every Breath She Takes,

she feels the Sting
like it's hard labor /

She sounds like
Darth Vader choking

to death on a jawbreaker /

The shit she coughs up looks
like an abstract painting,

she'll probably
be an art major /

She can't do the most
basic parts of living,

it's obvious God hates her!

[Crowd yelling indistinctly]

And now your battle career is
finished running its course /

It's like your daughter
-- gasping for breath

and always coming up short /

You hate the things other men

would love to hear
from their daughters /

Like when she tells you you're
the air that she breathes,

it means you're a
terrible father! /

So I'll blow my secondhand
smoke all in her face,

and it's not a mistake/

Then I'll flick my
cigarette at her

fucking oxygen tank! /

And the gene for her disease
is mostly found in white men /

So you should have some
questions for your wife then,

like "why the fuck is
she so light-skinned?"

[Audience cheering]

Let me see your "you're
not the father" dance!

Let me see it man!

She came out the
pussy pre-approved

for a mortgage.

Yo, shut the fuck up
when I'm rapping!

[Crowd exclaiming]

You're trying to be my hypeman,

I'd rather make you
cannon fodder /

I could beat you in
a two-on-two match

if I had his daughter
as my partner!

Chill out, bro.

We was bigging you up.

No you shut the fuck up.

You're talking during my rounds.

And about his daughter.

Yo, YOU talking
about his daughter!

What you talkin' 'bout?

Yeah, but we was in a battle.

Y'all just TALKING.

Keep it rap.

Keep it rap!

We can be in a fuckin' battle,

if you want.

Since y'all on the same side,

all of a sudden.

You're calling us out to battle?

Right now?

If you feel a type of way.

Yeah we feel some type of way,

you talking about my
motherfucking daughter man.

Let's do it then, nigga.

Fuck is you talkin' 'bout.

This is some old school
battle type shit, okay.

We 'bout to have a
freestyle battle,

OFF THE TOP.

No rules, no time limits.

Make some noise for that!

Now 40 and Bluntz, since
y'all called them out,

y'all down to go first?

Were always man.

Let's get it in then.

Adam, right?

You been soft half your life /

I should grab your
mics and Jackson,

it Don't Matter If
You're Black or White

Right now I'm blackin' like
Amistad on this fake G-Eazy /

I'm greasy as mama's fried...

Dollar fries!

You been piggin' out
in these battles, huh?

But you ain't get the scoop?

We cold!

And anybody hoggin'
dies (Haagen Dazs)!

What y'all?

The new Em and Dre?

Fake Renegades,
you been afraid /

Centre stage, and I slay,

it's beyond-sayin' (Beyonce)
you're Lemonade /

You gon' get this work nigga!

You definitely gon'
get this work!

You started rapping
a couple days ago,

and YOU make games for
Playstation Fo' /

But his gun?

Playstation One, you
gotta wait to load.

Y'all team seem iffy...

That's cause they theme
scream "Disney" /

His jeans scream "hippie" and
his cheeks scream "pinch me" /

They a couple!

They a COUPLE?

That's what I heard.

So in this battle
y'all really fought /

Tonight it's gonna be some
real awkward pillow talk.

Nah, nah, nah, they
an odd couple,

that's why they not even /

And if you talk about my
daughter in this battle,

you'll be the one
that's not breathin',

motherfucker!

[Crowd cheering]

Okay, okay.

You're both so emotional, you
talk shit then bitch and

whine 'cause I replied? /

I guess this is the
Future Drake wanted --

What A Time To Be Alive!

These rounds'll
leave ya bleedin',

then let's see how
they can talk /

So it's not one for the
dead homies when they see

that 40 pouring
out on the block!

You don't need 'caine to move,

you need canes to move,
you old hasbeens /

Can't even watch your
own matches without

turning on closed captions.

Both arms in they face,
look like they both dabbin'

And even though I'm white
I'll (White Owl) light

Bluntz up -- Cause we
don't feel he (Phillie)

got the flavor for
dope rappin'!!!

See they pull up, I spot 'em
then I stretch 'em like

a personal trainer/

Then I lift they soul up...

Like it's a personal savior!

I'm not tryna say all that
-- It's my personal favor.

I'm tryna let these
shells out early,

they got perfect behavior!

Y'all are moving where
you're not wanted,

that's how I know what it
feels like to be gentrified.

How you gonna raise your
fist at me like you ain't

got a sense of pride? /

I'm not hatin', I'm
just sayin' you on that

transgender vibe /

The way you switchin' sides,

I can see the bitch inside

[Crowd exclaiming and laughing]

You're a bitch Mag,

all you do is talk gossip
shit and weight loss

'Cause that's the only
way these niggas'd

get some flames off

Is if we did a face swap!

Why are you wearing jewelry?

You don't supply drugs

And why are you wearing that...

When you're the one
who looks like

he got shocked by a plug! /

I'm Eminem cause I'm
white and can rhyme???

Nah, if we talkin' history,
that's Pac and that's Biggie --

the only tragedy is that

they DIDN'T die
in their prime...

TIME!

Adam, that was crazy man.

I always knew you
was nice with it,

but I never knew you
went hard like that.

Phew. Wow.

Respect.

The Yo!

That DAUGHTER shit man.

When you said you'd blow
up her oxygen tank?

That shit was crazy as fuck.

That's why I watch rap battles!

You bodied his entire family!

Respect.

That battle was awesome.

That two-on-two?

People are going to be
talking about that forever.

We should do some more of those.

If the paper's right.

If shit got that heated
between friends,

imagine what's gonna happen
when we actually put two people

in the ring who don't really
fuck with each other.

That's exactly what's
about to happen,

because the main event of
the epoch is going down

right NOW.

I'm glad we're cool after
all the shit that I said.

But -- it's battle rap.

I knew you'd understand.

Yeah I understand.

We ain't cool, though.

The gun'll interrupt
him on stage,

I'll grab the Mag-n-Yeezy him.

Oh, my god.

Y'all get it?

Iron, minerals, magnesium.

Interrupt him on stage,
grab the mag and fuckin'

YEEZY him?

Y'all need to wake the fuck up.

You the only one tired.

What about the two-on-two?

We killed it up there.

We cool on some rap shit.

I respect your artistry.

You can put together some bars.

But we ain't friends.

But, it's battle rap.

You said a bunch of
personal stuff about me.

Anything goes in
a battle, right?

Yeah, anything goes.

But you think your words
don't have fucking

consequences?

Everybody calling you out
on your shit -- my girl.

Your girl.

The whole Berkeley student body.

You keep telling yourself that
they just don't understand,

so you can feel
like a good person.

What you need to realize:

you're not. You are
not a good person.

You're a degenerate scumbag.

This is where you belong.

Where are you going?

Where I belong.

Home. With my family.

You a muthafuckin' legend, bro!

Legends respect legends.

Keep doing your thing.

A'ight, a'ight, ain't I
ain't fuckin' with that?

I know what y'all want.

Check this out camel-breeder:

Your ho ain't loyal,

she don't care a
bit motherfucker /

THAT'S WHY I FUCKED YO BITCH,

YOU ARABIC MOTHERFUCKER! /

[Crowd yelling]

You walked in on us fuckin',

she still tried to tell "baby,

I'm just flirtin'" /

She a porn star,

she took out the
camera and said "baby,

I'm just workin'!"

TIME!

Mega, it's on you.

Que paso mijo, I'm
'bout to murder

you in front of
your own people /

Grab the chrome Eagle

and do a drive-by in
front of Home Depot /

I don't give a fuck if you're

from El Salvador or Puerto Rico,

that don't matter to me bro /

Cause if you can pack 44

of your folks and your close
amigos in a little four-door

Pinto -- then you're Latino /

You think I give a fuck if

you and my bitch date?

And I heard y'all kissed,
well that was your mistake/

'Cause now you can tell
everybody in the crowd

how my dick tastes /

So what you fucked my bitch?

So did everyone else /

And she said you had
a small dick...

matter fact, I'ma have
her tell you herself!

Yo!

Yes I fucked this pussy,
and yes I'm a porn star

if you can't tell /

I'd say he satisfied me,

[Moans]

but I can't even
fake it that well /

To have a below-average dick,

you'd need to be a
couple inches bigger /

Yo, you thought we was fucking?

I thought I was being fingered

[Crowd cheering]

This better be good, Adam.

Hey, ba-- Maya.

Thanks for picking up.

I know it's late.

And I'm also probably the
last person you expected to

or wanted to talk to right now.

But there's just something I
really need to say to you.

So please, just listen.

This shit is fuckin' rigged,

you're gonna just let him
walk in with special fuckin'

guests?

This is the wave now?

Fuckin' with guest
fuckin' verses?

This is some bullshit, man.

Fuck that.

I'm out this bitch.

You lost anyway!

I completely understand
why you did what you did,

with the PowerPoint.

And I forgive you.

I deserve it, even.

I was so terrible.

To you, to our friends,
to the whole world.

What I've realized is
-- you were right.

When you said that
this wasn't me.

I'm not this person.

I'm not like those guys.

The best version of myself,
the real version of myself,

is when I was with you.

You make me a better person.

You make me me.

Maya, I want to be with you
for the rest of my life.

With no more time off or
mistakes or wrong directions.

Maya, what I'm
trying to say is...

will you marry me?

You want to get married?

Yes, yes!

More than anything
else in the world,

yes.

ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR
FUCKING MIND?!!

Delete my number,

you fucking racist
misogynist homophobic fuck!

And stay the FUCK away from me!

My opponent quit like a coward,

so I guess I gotta start
killin' his squad /

Starting with this
bitch over here

looking like Biggie Minaj /

Ho you look like Rah Digga...

Bitch I will bury your ass!

If she was crossed
with Godzilla! /

A white dude, an
Asian, a black girl,

and a Mexican /

Who the fuck y'all
supposed to be,

the United Colors of Benetton? /

Man, it's like the rap version

-of the Village People--
-Chill, chill!

Get the fuck outta
my face, Gramz!

Anyone of you motherfucks.

Little punk-ass chumps.

I'll battle any
of y'all at once.

Tell Behn what's up!

What's up Mag, what's up Bluntz,

I'll fuck both of you up!

It's another 40 Mag.

He ain't talkin' about me.

Y'all ain't nothing but chumps.

Every single one of you fucks.

I thought Adam you was
a freestyler, right?

Well show me what's up.

C'mon bitch show me what's up,

you little fuckin' worm.

Let's get it you
geeky-ass dweeb.

You little dick suckin' McLovin.

Come show me some of those
freestyles, fuck boy.

Man, I ain't the fuckin' kid
to step to/ You see this?

It's that look you have on your
face when you've been crying

all day because your
bitch just left you/

Maybe it's cause she found
your Boy George tapes

and realized you go both ways /

Or maybe it's no one
wants to procreate

with your Macaulay
Caulkin traits /

And have a kid born one day

with the same pointy
nose and ovalshaped /

Topher Grace slash Norman
Bates looking bony face /

They got me all the way out
here in the Golden State /

Battling with the same
little white bitch

that Tupac and Kobe raped! /

Before this cracker learned
about the Black Panthers

through his dad's lectures /

He wanted to be a Klan member

but he found out
he can't enter /

'Cause they didn't accept
people who are transgender /

For setting this
up, fuck you too,

I don't trust you either /

You should know the only reason

he wants to be here is cause
he got jungle fever /

Looking like Justin Bieber in
a fucking muscle T-shirt /

You're a fuckin' fan of Hanson,
Marilyn Manson's grandson /

This is a bodybag that you
ain't coming back from,

straight up- Shut the fuck up!

[Crowd yelling]

You think you're
a super villain?

I'm about to tear
your mask off /

'Cause now you're talkin' to the
devil like Ivan Karamazov /

You think cause you're a
"terrorist martyr Arabic scholar

preparing for Allah" that
you can't be served?/

You're not a suicide
bomber just 'cause

you got the eyebrows
of an Angry Bird! /

I'll go grab Che and let him

bust at you till
the chopper jams /

We'll do a drive-by on your
falafel stand from his taco van/

You're dating a porn star --

we all know what her
vagina's touched/

Most terrorists
get 72 virgins --

you got a bitch who's
fucked 72 guys at once! /

[Crowd exclaiming]

You think this shit's real?

You call me a faggot

and half of these guys
collapse from laughter /

Battle rap is so fucking corny

I'M a battle rapper!

Here's an example -- you
caught Che with your girl

and didn't throw a
fist at the dude /

But you punched someone
for getting in your face,

but if someone's getting in
your bitch then it's cool? /

These battlers are all soft,

they just pull the tough
guy shit for the views /

Well I'm all up in
your face now -- so

what the fuck is
this bitch gonna do?

[Stutters] What you goin' do?

What the fuck, fam?

That little love tap?

That was real touching /

But I just murdered
my own friend

so you should know that
I DON'T FEEL NOTHING! /

You tap chins when you
know you can't win,

you thought you could
leave me on the ground? /

I mighta lost a
tooth, but-- Fuck it,

I JUST BEAT YOU FOR THE CROWN!

[Crowd cheering]

What you goin' do,
hit him again?

I've been going to
battles for mad years.

I ain't NEVER seen
no shit like that.

You the greatest white
battle rapper of all time.

Bar none. You the greatest.

Greatest WHITE battle rapper.

Yo, you were fucking amazing.

Like seriously incredible.

I'm honored to be a
part of that shit, bro.

Thanks, man.

For real, I fucking
love you, man.

Oh shit, I'm sorry.

Don't worry about
it man, you good.

A-DAM!

A-DAM!

A-DAM!

A-DAM!

A-DAM!

A-DAM!

A-DAM!

A-DAM!

Battle release day,
battle release day.

[Indistinct chatter]

...THIS is the one you
been hearing about.

If I came back from the
future to tell myself

this shit happened,

I'd tell myself to get
the fuck outta here.

A battler so new he doesn't
even have a fuckin' rap name

going up against the ultimate
juggernaut of the scene.

On the spot. I got it.

I know.

I know what my rap
name should be.

My name is.

Hi!

My name is (what?)

My name is (who?)

My name is Slim Shady

Hi!

My name is (huh?)

My name is (what?)

My name is Slim Shady

Hi!

My name is (what?) excuse me

My name is (who?)

My name is Slim Shady Hi!

Can I have the
attention of the class

My name is (huh?)

My name is (what?)
(For one second?)

My name is Slim Shady

Hi kids!

Do you like violence?

(yeah yeah) Wanna see me
stick Nine Inch Nails

Through each one of my eyelids?

(uh-huh)

Wanna copy me and do
exactly like I did?

(yeah yeah) Try 'cid and get
fucked up worse that my life is?

(huh) My brain's dead weight,

I'm tryin' to get
my head straight

But I can't figure
out which Spice Girl

I want to impregnate

(oh)

And Dr.Dre said, "Slim
Shady you a base-head"

Uh-uh!

"So why's your face red?
Man you wasted"

Well since age twelve,

I've felt like I'm someone else

'Cause I hung my original self
from the top bunk with a belt

Got pissed off and ripped
Pamela Lee's tits off

And smacked her so hard

I knocked her clothes
backwards like Kris Kross

I smoke a fat pound of
grass and fall on my ass

Faster than a fat bitch
who sat down too fast

C'mere slut (Shady, wait a
minute, that's my girl dog)

I don't give a fuck, God sent
me to piss the world off

Hi!

My name is (what?)

My name is (who?)

My name is Slim Shady

Hi!

My name is (huh?)

My name is (what?)

My name is Slim Shady

Hi!

My name is (what?)

My name is (who?)

My name is Slim Shady

Hi!

My name is (huh?)

My name is (what?)

My name is Slim Shady

My English teacher wanted to
have flunk me in Junior High

Thanks a lot next semester
I'll be thirty-five

I smacked him in his
face with an eraser

Chased him with a stapler

And stapled his nuts to
a stack of papers (ow)

Walked in the strip club,

had my jacket zipped up
Flashed the bartender,

then stuck my dick in the
tip cup Extraterrestrial,

running over pedestrians
In a space ship

while they screamin' at me
"Let's just be friends"

Ninety-nine percent of
my life I was lied to

I just found out my mom
does more dope than I do

(damn)

I told her I'd grow up
to be a famous rapper

Make a record about doin'
drugs and name it after her

(oh thank you)

You know you blew up when
the women rush your stands

And try to touch your hands

like some screamin'
Usher fans (ah)

This guy at White Castle
asked for my autograph

(Dude, can I get
your autograph?)

So I signed it,

"Dear Dave, thanks for
the support, asshole!"

Hi!

My name is (what?)

My name is (who?)

My name is Slim Shady

Hi!

My name is(what?)

My name is (who?)

My name is Slim Shady

Hi!

My name is (huh?)

My name is (who?)

My name is Slim Shady

Hi!

My name is (what?)

My name is (whot?)

My name is Slim Shady

Stop the tape, this kid needs
to be locked away (get him)

Dr. Dre, don't just
stand there, operate!

I'm not ready to leave,

it's too scary to
die (fuck that)

I'll have to be carried
inside the cemetery and

buried alive (Huh yup!)

Am I comin' or goin'?
I can barely decide

I just drank a fifth of vodka,
dare me to drive? (go ahead)

All my life I was very deprived

I ain't had a woman in years,

and my palms are
too hairy to hide

(Whoops!)

Clothes ripped like
the Incredible Hulk

I spit when I talk,

I'll fuck anything
that walks (c'mere)

When I was little I used to get
so hungry I would throw fits

How you gonna breast feed me Mom?
(wah)

You ain't got no tits (wah)

I lay awake and strap
myself in the bed

Put a bulletproof vest on

and shoot myself
in the head (bang)

I'm steamin' mad (argh)

And by the way when you see my dad?
(yeah)

Tell him that I slit his throat,

in this dream I had

Hi!

My name is (what?)

My name is (who?)

My name is Slim Shady

Hi!

My name is (huh?)

My name is (what?)

My name is Slim Shady

Hi!

My name is (what?)

My name is (who?)

My name is Slim Shady

Hi!

My name is (huh?)

My name is (who?)

My name is Slim Shady

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