[Intro: Nick Cannon]
Y'all ready to do dis? Yeah!
Black Squad, step up; Red Squad, step up
DJ D-Wrek, drop the beat!
Uh, uh
Clap your hands, y'all, clap your hands, y'all

[Verse 1: Nick Cannon]
Ayo, Pete, you my favorite – psych, I lied
Matter fact, since you left this show, it's been pride
I'ma tell you like this, I-I stay high
They need to change your show's name to Saturday Night Died

[Verse 2: Pete Davison]
Hey, Nick, it's an honor to be here to perform
With the hottest new star of 2004

[Verse 3: Chico Bean]
You a Philly street dude, so I know you ain't sweet
But boy, you look just like Bert off of Sesame Street

[Verse 4: PnB Rock]
What's up, Nick? Where's the hits?
You know every time I perform, it be like "Everyday we lit", huh?

[Verse 5: Nick Cannon]
"Everyday we lit"?
How y'all got me battling the anorexic Will Smith?
Wait, I can't believe you gon' try to come at Nick and switch; you think you got hits?
I see what "PnB" stands for: prolly not, bitch
[Verse 6: PnB Rock]
You say I ain't got no hits? Well, there you go again, you're wrong
'Ay, y'all, let me hear one of y'all sing one of Nick's songs

{Verse 7: Jacob Williams}
You act like you're from the streets, but that image is fleeting
The only hood you've been in is at a KKK meeting

[Verse 8: Corey Charron]
A KKK meeting? That's really forced
Ain't you in Charlottesville with that tiki torch?

[Verse 9: Jacob Williams]
That was good, you must be a comedian, too
It's too bad my phone has more gigs then you

[Verse 10: Corey Charron]
I said I've seen you on SNL; I loved that shit
My favorite part of the show is when they cut your skits
But wait, they picked you over Carlos and Chico for Saturday Night Live?
You're lucky they're not looking for talent; they're just casting the white guys

[Verse 11: Pete Davidson]
That was a very good rhyme, it was very clever
I left four years ago, but you'll be stuck here forever
[Outro: Nick Cannon & DJ D-Wrek]
DJ D-Wrek, tell me what happened, man!
I gotta say the Black Squad won that one!