[Round 1: Ricky Bell, Michael Bivens, (Ronnie DeVoe), & Group]

This battle should be illegal, just like some fake IDs

Three dudes and one girl, you're like the White Eyed Peas

A capella cover tunes, huh? You think that's the bomb?

I guess it is for Pikachu, Fake Bieber, and Uncle Tom

Pentatonix! That name's a hot mess

Sounds like a bad laxative with a hundred side effects

Never trust a big butt and a smile (She couldn't pass)

More like never trust pretty eyes, a frown, and a flat ass

[Round 1: Pentatonix's Mitch Grassi]

For '90s R&B, people say you're the best

If that's true, I can't believe our parents ever had sex

So when kids our age hear tracks from Bell Biv DeVoe

They turn the song off, more like Bell Biv Biv De-Hell No

They used to rock the flyest necklaces and shirts

Now their only necklace comes from MedicAlert

Now run home and tell 'em Pentatonix sent ya

You shouldn't battle us when you're battling dementia

[Round 2: Ricky Bell, Michael Bivens, & (Ronnie DeVoe)]

One, two

(Yo, one, two)

(Yo, speed it up, speed it up)

Here we go, here we go, my man, speed it up

This the second verse

[Fast-tempo beat begins]

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

Hold up, hold up, man, it's time to slow the beat down

Hear me clearly, like Halloween, it's time to dress these clowns

Hurry, hurry, step right up, these cats is lame

Only ten seconds left in their fifteen minutes of fame

(Stick a colonic in Pentatonic, let's get this shit out

Kirstin, come with us, baby, you three get the fuck out)

Yo, we only took this challenge so we could steal your fans

Teach you a lesson, show you how to rock with a real mic in your hand

Huh? Huh? Huh? Huh?

[Round 2: Pentatonix's Kevin Olusola & Kirstin Maldonado]

So y'all called me Uncle Tom, nah, that's just lazy

I'm still more black than three little black babies

When Bobby Brown left your group, you didn't have much to give

He hated you three, I think that was "his prerogative"

Michael discovered Boyz II Men, and that's cool, too

Then they made a bunch of classics and ran laps around you

Don't talk about my ass, I'm a ten and you're a two

And, by the way, this ass'll never come home with you

[Round 3: Ricky Bell, Michael Bivens, (Ronnie DeVoe), & Group]

First of all, we got the stage and the rage

What's that, Similac? I'm starting you smell your age

(You Sunday-school singers try'na kick your praise

So take a step back, this is the BBD stage)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know, all you can say is we old

You got 10 million likes? We got 50 million sold!

[Round 3: Pentatonix's Scott Hoying]

You made so much money, you needed security guards

Now their only money comes from Social Security cards

We're gonna tuck you into bed, since you showed up in your jammies

Come talk to us once you won three Grammys

You have the laziest work ethic of any career

Had one hit, then hid for basically 20 years

But we like that jam and we think we can improve it

So listen to Pentatonix, the way we like to do it

[Pentatonix]

Your music's poison