Lil Dre:
“Big Tone, you fat as hell. Your family reunion ain’t even a cookout, it’s a livestock convention. Yo mama shaped like a beanbag with asthma, and your daddy dipped so hard he left you his belly instead of child support. Bro, your bloodline so slow they thought EBT was a new rap group.”

Big Tone:
“Lil Dre, don’t talk about daddies — you ain’t even got one. Your mama out here playin’ tag with half the block, and your uncle probably your stepdad. Your granny still poppin’ it on Facebook Live for scratch-offs. Your whole family tree look like it got bedbugs and eviction notices.”

Lil Dre:
“Tone, shut up before I roast your little sister. Her wig sliding off like it’s late to work, and her OnlyFans got more refunds than views. And your girl? Bro, she don’t cheat — she networks. She been ran through more than your grandma’s bingo cards.”

Big Tone:
“Dre, your girl look like a Roblox character with mange. She got them SpongeBob teeth and still left you for a DoorDash driver. You crying over her on beats that sound like broken microwaves. Your kids ain’t even gon’ call you dad — they gon’ call you ‘that one SoundCloud nigga that failed.’”

Lil Dre:
“You heavy as hell, Tone. If you sit on a bus, it turn into a lowrider. If you run, the whole block call FEMA. You so fat your shadow applied for food stamps. Bro, when you sneeze, it register on the Richter scale.”

Big Tone:
“You skinny as hell, Dre. You shaped like a church candle halfway melted. You so frail, mosquitoes use you for CrossFit. If a gust of wind hit you, that’s manslaughter. Your ancestors lookin’ down like, ‘This the weak ass link we left behind?’”

Lil Dre:
“Tone, your ancestors lookin’ down too — but only ‘cause the floorboards creakin’ when you walk. Your whole bloodline been built like busted couches. Y’all ain’t even poor, y’all just allergic to success. Generational wealth? Nah, y’all pass down diabetes and overdue bills.”

Big Tone:
“Dre, you talk tough, but your whole family got L stamped on their foreheads. Your granddad lost his teeth playin’ dominoes, your mama lost her job ‘cause she was stealin’ plastic forks, and you out here losin’ every roast battle like it’s a scholarship. Ain’t no hope for you, boy.”

Lil Dre:
“Tone, your future look like your past — fat, broke, and loud. If life had a mixtape, your verse wouldn’t even make the cut. Your unborn kid gon’ be born holdin’ cholesterol pills. You ain’t Big Tone, you just Big Disappointment.”

Big Tone:
“Dre, your future worse. Your kid gon’ be born in a studio apartment with roaches rappin’ in the background. Your girl gon’ leave him at daycare like she left you at the bus stop. The only legacy you leavin’ behind is screenshots of L’s and SoundCloud links nobody clicked.”