What remains of the ancient world
Has been ravaged by the Beat-Wars.
The blood sport "Beat-Beat Revelation"
has been forbidden in all civilized corners of the land.
But beyond civilization, in the ruins of the old world, lies The Wastes.
Where Beat-Beat Revelation is still the only way of life.
Where the ultimate prize is "The Quatro" or booze as it was once known.
Whoever controls the Quatro, controls the Wastes.
And only one Quatro Oasis remains...
But high up
atop Frazier Mountain
The FP.
One of the last remaining safe havens in the civilized world.
Where booze still flows like rivers.
This is your new home JTRO.
Rage and RE-NINJ come from the sky, JTRO.
From the Gods of the sky 'n shit.
But RE-NINJ is our god, ya heard?
But you must respect
The path to the true Beat-Beat Master comes with its ass a riddle.
And you must learn the riddle, JTRO.
The Riddle of RE-NINJ.
You must learn its discipline.
Someday these will be yours, son.
I've seen the future, JTRO.
And it's written in blood.
Yeah! Get him!
Whack! Stank!
Ahhh!
You're shit!
Fuck you!
187!
Haha! Did you see me knock him out?!
Did you see me knock him out?
Loser
Get outta here, you suck! You don't belong here!
You're a cunt-ass bitch!
Oh shit! Did you saw that shit?! Yeah, yeah! We saw that shit!
Beliee' dat shit!
Who let the dogs out? BLT let those motha fuckas out!
Whoop whoop! Post fight wrap up, up in here!
Yeuh!
That's my boy!
Whoo!
I told you, yo.
Aight. Y'all know the deal. Let's make with the booze. Chop chop.
Not so rapido.
Hya!
Mush!
Tune that vato up, AK!
Who the fuck is you?
That mother fucker just stood up!
I am a new challenger
And I await.
Oh shit.
Nah, son. Them ain't the rules.
Forkliff!
Silencio
Forkliff!
This is the Wastes, vato.
There is no rules.
Oh my god.
What the...
Fuck?
3...
2...
1...
Beat-Beat!
Sik! Sik!
De-LOOXE! King Killa!
Whack! Stank!
Whoa! Tip Toes!
Tip Toes!
Floppy twat legs!
Awh, not floppy twat legs!
No! No!
Forkliff!
Toasty!
187!
Forkliff!
Alto!
The booze is mine!
Finish him!
I don't think BLT is getting up, yo.
AK-47 just
Get up, ninj.
just came in and huffed and puffed
Get up!
and blew that motha fuckas house down!
Fuckin' please!
JTRO. The Rage...
JTRO...
The rage...
Oh Forkliff!
Forkliff!
Look at me, puto.
The rage.
Oh no, no, no, no, no...
Look at me!
Yo soy El FP...
Is mine!
No!
JTRO!
You cunt!
Come on mother fucker!
Open up, bitch!
You got your period?!
Fuck!
You think that old dude is JTRO?
My mom said he's the reason we got all dem ducks.
Man, fuck ducks!
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah. What the fuck?
The fuck you kids doing out there? Isn't it a school night?
I haven't got time for all them books 'n shit.
Quit stallin' gramps. Where's our shit?
Oh, right. You're the um
You're the kids with the skip-it. Right?
It's a bop-it, mother fucker!
It's the same shit isn't it?
What time is it?
What the fuck is this boo-shit?
It's a Beat-Beat Machine. What does it look like?
It's broke as fuck.
Yeah. Sometimes you gotta break something to fix it. Don't ya?
Shit I thought they destroyed all those cuz too many corn doggers was gettin' 187'd.
Not all of them.
Yo, what happened to this town back in the D? I mean our parents won't tell us shit.
Shit...
There was a war.
Did we win?
Mmm. Kinda.
Whatevs...
This corn butt's old ratchet ass can't play that shit.
Yeah? Here's your skip-it.
It's a bop-it, mother fucker!
Cool. Nine bucks. Cough it up.
Fuck it.
You's all just got hamilton'd.
Keep the change, grandpa.
Get the fuck outta here.
Go to school.
Take you to school in my pussy!
Jesus Christ.
Can you fuck it can you bop-it? Can you lick it, can you stick it?
What the fuck?
Motha fucka!
It's only a matter of time before smokin' all them baff salts catches up to a bitch.
It's hard gettin' a hold of your ass now that you been chillin' in the 245.
The 248's all dried up. Ain't no work there anymore.
Aint no work anywhere, yo.
Alright.
What is it this time, DC? Spit it out.
We gonna have to tag another deep six, yo.
Who is it this time?
BLT.
Dammit. I told him to cut out that Beat-Beat shit.
It's too dangerous.
That's life, JTRO. Sometimes you get cut.
No that shit's on him.
I told him to stop that Beat-Beat gamblin' booze bullshit out there.
I mean, that's why we dug the booze mines in the first place, right?
To leave the Beat-Beat bullshit behind us.
There's still plenty down there.
Open your fuckin' eye, JTRO.
The mines have run dry.
No more booze.
No one knows it yet. But by the next mo' suckin' full moon
The FP could run totes dry.
why do you always wait until the last fucking second
To tell me when something like this happens?
Cuz it's hard to find yo ass when you always livin' in the past, dawg!
It's over.
The FP is over.
DUN.
Dun.
Sometimes. You gotta burn the forest. So it can grow back twice as strong, yo!
Give it a rest, DC.
We're too fuckin' old for this shit.
Go home.
3...
2...
1...
Beat-Beat!
We roll together...
We die together...
Come on, bro. Get up!
Get up!
Get up, man.
187...
187, y'all.
BTRO got 187'd...
No!
I'll never play Beat-Beat Revelation again!
We're closed.
Yo, DC. Pick up.
Come on, dude. I know you're there.
Maholo. Over.
Stop crying, man. Look, I know how to save The FP.
Say what?
Beats of Rage.
Awh...
You gotta come back to the future, JTRO.
That old Beat-Beat tournament shit is just a myth.
I don't believe it.
I don't believe nothin' no more.
Well, believe it.
Cuz winner gets it all, DC.
Bottomless booze.
Forevs.
For reals?
Don't be playin', JTRO.
Yeah, for reals.
Now pack your shit.
Cuz it's time to Beat-Beat this shit right again.
Again.
We're goin' to the Wastes.
Jesus.
The hell'd you put in this thing, DC?
What the fuck?
What the fuck?!
He's gettin' too old for this shit.
Your kid's headin' for a 187 out there.
Oh. Pay your respects, dawg!
He's the best Beat-Beater this town has ever seen.
Shit. Maybe even the whole mo' suckin' world.
Without him
Dammit.
We'd all be up...
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
We all used to be dope.
Shit's changed.
Open your lids.
Fuck it...
Nah!
You don't know JTRO, dawg!
Owe. My fuckin' back.
Whatever.
Good luck out there, milk heads.
Bye!
Yo. Drink some water.
Get that wet shit outta my face.
Goddamit, DC. You gotta drink somethin' out here.
I'm allergic to that shit.
You know that, JTRO.
I hope we don't have to spend one more minute than we have to out in this shithole.
This shithole's where I grew up.
It's quiet out here.
Yeah.
Cuz it's a crusty old battlefield where everybody dropped six feet deep
When the Gods punished us 'n shit.
And it stinks.
The Gods didn't do all this.
Beat-Beat did.
Alright.
Crybaby.
I get it.
So everybody you ever loved is in the dirt.
Get in line.
All our peeps...
They hit the dirt.
So our asses could keep walkin' on it.
It's time for you to drop the bull
And RE-NINJ, JTRO.
Fuckin' RE-NINJ, really?
Dude, grow up.
Nah, you grow up, bitch!
RE-NINJ ain't somethin' you can run from, yo! It's in your blood.
Maybe if you'd meditate more often like you supposed to
I wouldn't have to say this shit every goddamn day!
You know what? Fuck this, man.
I'm takin' a walk.
Yo there's the door, bitch.
Yo look out for that handle. Don't let that shit hit you on the way out.
The past isn't your anchor, JTRO.
It's yo mo' suckin' sail.
RE-NINJ!
RE-NINJ, JTRO.
RE-NINJ...
Four score and a couple years ago, ma and pa fought for some serious shit.
Ya heard?!
We roll together...
We die together.
Gots to be ready for anything.
That's why we gots to get each others backs.
JTRO!
To the end, aight?
JTRO.
I'm sorry.
Hey, bro.
BTRO?
Been a long time, dawg.
Yo ass hasn't been meditatin' enough 'n shit!
Look, JTRO. There's some serious shit is comin', ya heard?
Yeah, I heard.
Nah. You hearin' me but you ain't heard.
You gotsa walk away from this one, dawg!
I've been walkin' away for ten years.
Hidin' from what I really am.
Pretending like all this peace bullshit is what I actually want.
What it is you want, dawg?
A purpose.
Yeah, my ass had a purpose. And it killed me.
I went too far. The rage won. The pressure took me down.
And just like that.
I did a line right off a hoe's ass.
Right before that match with L Dub.
Winning.
Winning is an addiction, JTRO. And it's in our blood, yo.
JTRO. You done all you can 'n shit, dawg!
Me, you, dad.
We gave the FP everything!
Not everything.
Not yet.
I'd rather lose a hundred FPs than lose you little bro.
You lost me the day you let me step foot on a Beat-Beat pad.
Don't do this, JTRO. Don't do it. Don't do what I did. Don't let the rage win, dawg!
Rage is all I got left.
Dude, where the hell are the ninjas already?
Oh watch your mouth, bitch!
Okay, fine. Well.
What's the correct term to refer to these fuckers as
in the current political climate then, huh?
Nin-jaw-was.
Whatever.
And they's chicks too.
At least that's what some ninjas been shoutin' on the whisper stream.
Yo, yo, yo, yo. Watch your step, dawg.
You don't wanna get that wet shit all over yo ass.
Yo. This is straight wrong side of the tracks, yo.
Yeah? Where the fuck is the right side of the tracks these days, DC? Huh?
Truth.
Awh. Nah, nah, nah, nah. I don't do witch shit, JTRO.
Yeah. Well I don't do bitch shit. Let's move.
Awh. This is fuckin' four way stop, man.
Yo, chill.
I got this.
Alright. Be my guest.
Hey.
Alright, well. Here goes nothin', huh?
Shit's about to get hot.
Yo.
That's my boy.
I'm his plus one.
Recognize.
Just hurry up, man. I don't wanna get fuckin' stabbed out here. Let's go.
What the fuck is this shit?
Two ninjas roll in. One ninja rolls out.
Welcome to Beats of Rage at the Chromedome, yo.
Two ninjas roll in. One ninja rolls out.
Well. Well. Well.
If it isn't the world famous FP man.
Care to paddle?
Awh, fuck a duck! Shit just went all trip nines up in here, yo!
First match of Beats of Rage, yo!
Here it do. JTRO vs Quakka Jaxx.
Aight. Strap it up.
For the FP, dawg!
3...
2...
1...
Beat-Beat!
Want to know my technique, FP man?
Calm on the surface. But paddling like mad underneath!
Now you never wanna beat-off too fast and blow your load early, yo!
Come on! You can do better than that!
Nah! Nah!
Floppy twat legs already?!
Oh, careful.
Watch the screen.
Let's play a game.
Duck. Duck. Lose!
Keep your old blind ass on the pad!
Oh what the quack?! Is that shit even legal?!
Awh, blap! Street Beat up in here!
RE-NINJ, yo! RE-NINJ!
RE-NINJ?
Forkliff...
Keep your ducks in a row, FP man!
Lookin' like grampa's gettin' a second wind up in here, yo!
Crazy feet!
Looks like Quack-in-the-Box is migratin' for the winter, yo!
Awh shit! Awh shit! Awh shit!
Awh, here it do! Here comes the drop, yo!
187!
JTRO wins, yo!
For the FP!
One round down. Shit loads to go, yo!
Forkliff!
Next up we got Bitch Fist vs Pack Sickle.
Get that duck in bitch clothing off the pad, yo!
Welcome to the Wastes, vato.
Who the fuck is that clown?
Yo...
I've been yackin' with the locals, bro.
That clown you talkin' about
Is one mean, egg suckin', son of a snake, JTRO!
Them tubes 'n shit
Ain't just for show, dawg.
Whatever, man. Come on.
Nah. Nah.
Beliee' Dat.
Wake up, JTRO.
Did you see his shit?
He wears soles, yo.
Skin shoe'n mo fuckas left and right!
Hold onto your laces, yo.
He's a mo suckin' sole collecter.
Come on, DC. Who's been telling you this shit, man?
Whisper stream's callin' him, "AK-47"...
Whatever. Sounds like a bunch of fuckin' fake whispers to me.
Let's go.
We roll together...
Who you yackin' to?
Nobody.
You're JTRO, right?
Yep.
You're peepin' CHAI-T right here.
I peeped y'alls Beat-Off tonight.
Your shit was pretty nackered.
Is that good? Or is that bad?
It's double sided, yo.
You think tonight was tough?
Tomorrow is gonna have you right fuckin' sideways.
There's some real tuff muffs on the up and up.
Yeah? The tougher they are, the faster I Beat-Off.
You FP Ninjas have a saying for everything. Don't ya?
Ya know?
I've heard of you.
You saved The FP. Right?
Once upon a time.
Y'all still got all them ducks?
Kinda.
You better show me what your little roo bum can do tomorrow.
Give me somethin' to remember you by.
I thought they only let dudes Beat-Off.
Times is changin'.
G'day-Tro.
Yeah. You too.
G'day...
I like that.
JTRO.
JTRO!
Yeah. Yeah? What? What's up?
There was a duck in the night, JTRO.
We've been summoned, yo.
Password.
Gimme some correct syllables, Ninja.
Bap. Bap. Bap.
Oh. You wanna see some, "Bap, Bap, Bap?!"
Syllables, ninja. Andole.
HAN CHOLO!
Split, ese.
Split!
Goddamit...
Chill, KC-Dilla
How you doin', homie?
Pretty uncomfortable.
Good...
You really don't remember this mug. Does you?
Should I?
What the fuck is all this, dude? Are you tryin' to scare us or fuck us?
Ye-uh.
Enough turd talkin', yo.
Shut your mouth!
Unless it's on my guevos, puta.
Okay...
Here's the deal.
You two walk your little culos
Out of this tournament and give me The FP.
No aye una take backsies.
Huh?
Yeah? And I'll let both y'all keep your soles.
No questions asked.
Deal, ese?
Walk away?
Fuck that.
And fuck you!
Come on.
These suckers are my boys.
Maybe we should take a time out to ponder
Some double cross fade deal shit.
This guano is pointless, JTRO!
I own The FP! Y'all just been rentin'!
What the shit you sayin'?
I've been makin' moves, homies.
When I want something, I just take it.
The FP is weak.
So take the deal.
Find a new FP or...
Find new soles.
Whatever, dude.
See you on the pads, hombre.
The deal is tail-lights.
And the word is, "Go".
What?
It means, you're FUCKED!
Fuck it. Come on, dude.
Back the fuck off of me.
I will drop you like a fuckin' A-bomb if you touch my ass again!
Buh-ITCH!
Come on!
Woo. Huh.
That shit was bananas.
Two ninjas roll in! One ninja rolls out!
Welcome back to the Beats of Rage!
AK-47 vs Dig Dank!
I'm gonna fuck up your whole Tuesday!
It's Wednesday, dumbshit!
Beat-Beat!
Come on, mother fucker!
AK-47
Fuck you!
just went straight 10-10-220
Greenlit!
on that ninja, yo!
CHAI-T vs Cum Dumpster, yo!
You gotta do better than that!
Take a seat in CHAI-T's billabong, dumbshit!
JTRO vs Sloppy Honkey!
Get outta town, coward!
Grandpa ass JTRO dodges the grave again, yo!
Yo, cash the check!
CHAI-T vs Senior Ninja!
You will face the wrath of my Beat-Blade!
Ha ha ha!
Every second counts, yo!
CHAI-T just went all Anzac Day on that mother-bitcher, yo!
Next!
JTRO vs the one and only Chocolate-Fro-Yo, yo!
You ain't ready!
Think you can Beat me off?
I can't even beat me off!
Bam!
Oh Grandpa JTRO pullin' out trick shit, yo! Trick shit, yo!
Yo, cash the fuckin' check!
AK-47 vs Bitch-Box 360, yo! Half bitch. Half box, yo!
Whoo!
Oh! How's the dirt, bitch?!
CHAI-T vs Pac-Bitch, yo!
You'll break your shins keeping up with me.
Awh shit snap! Mother fucker got chewed up and spit out dead, yo!
DUN!
Awh Sheeyit! Face down, ass up! That's the way AK likes to Beat-Off, yo!
AK-47 vs El Crazian-OG, yo!
You aint got shit, AK!
Come on, white chocolate! Bring it to me!
You got greenlit, mother fucker!
Greenlit!
Whoo!
Greenlit!
You got Greenlit, pussy puto!
Greenlit!
You like that, JTRO?
Greenlit!
More than you could ever drink.
Clearly you've never been to The FP.
Should last at least until the rains come though.
Yeah.
Rain's tight.
So what are you gonna do if you win all this, huh?
Me?
Yeah.
I'm not here to win all this.
What are you here to do?
I'm here to make sure you ninjas got what it takes.
I was always jealous of you FP ninjas.
Livin' way up there in them clouds.
Not drownin' down here in all this wet shit.
God. How do you even think they came by all this booze out here anyway?
Ninjawas.
They control all the Quatro in the Wastes.
Bringing it up from way down under.
They're the toughest Sheilas out here.
Oh yeah? Well if they're so tough...
then why do they even need this tournament bullshit then, huh?
Why do they even need us?
For your seed.
To keep the clan strong.
Forevs.
What do you mean?
You mean like, "Seed"?
Or like that shit that grows on trees?
Have you seen any trees around here?
Yeah, I've seen a couple.
Wait a second.
You're one of them. Aren't you?
Magic is real AF out here, JTRO.
It's even real-er down under.
Calm-A-Do.
This...
could be your future.
Goddamit, JTRO.
Mother fuckin' Rage dippin'!
Yo, dawg!
We need to rap.
In a minute, DC.
Nah.
We need to rap now, yo.
What is it?
This is it, yo.
I can't do this no more.
Do what?
I've buried enough TROs, Dawg.
I ain't gonna bury you too.
Wait, so you're leaving me?
You only see one end to your path, bro.
Leaving's all my ass has to make you understand.
You ain't what you once was, dawg.
You gotsta find another way.
You need to RE-NINJ.
Let it into your heart.
You used to talk about dreams.
Kids 'n shit.
Life beyond Beat-Beat.
Look around, DC.
Everyone's fuckin' dead.
They're all gone.
My life beyond Beat-Beat.
It went with them.
All that's left is fuckin' bullshit.
Awh? Bullshit?
You wanna talk some bullshit?
Aight.
Let's talk some bullshit!
Yeah? Spit it out!
You wanna go?!
The Rage.
Nah.
You meet this Australasian Sloosh.
You turn your back on RE-NINJ.
You start Rage-Dippin'!
Chicas weaken legs, JTRO!
This ain't the way.
This is the Wastes, DC.
You want your fuckin' town back? This is how it do!
My town?
I guess this is how it do.
Guess I just can't keep you outta the ground, JTRO.
And that's always been more important than any of this other shit's ever been!
Bullshit!
You never gave a shit about me, DC.
All you ever cared about is that fuckin' town!
Awh, aight...
Y'all just wanna pretend like you gots no one left?
Now you aints gotta pretend no more.
I'm out, yo.
Yeah?
Then fuckin' stay out, bitch.
I'll see you in the dirt.
Bitch.
Two ninjas roll in! One Ninja rolls out!
We are just minutes away from finding out who the next champ of Beats of Rage is, yo!
JTRO or undefeated AK-47?!
Two ninjas roll in! One Ninja rolls out!
Who dat champ gonna be up in here, yo?
Come se dice, me?
Let's do this shit!
Whoo!
Cinco de mayo!
3...
2...
1...
Beat-Beat!
Come on, JTRO!
This ninj is splittin' JTRO's old ass like a log. Chop chop!
Someone's playin' tic-tac-toe all over this motha fuck-ee! Yo!
Come on, mother fucker! Try to keep up!
You aint lookin' so good, JTRO.
Oh you're wobbling. You're wobbling!
JTRO can't do shit! Just takin' it!
Whoo!
Tippy toe tornado up in here!
Here comes the drop!
Get the body bag! Unzip that shit, yo!
Hasta la vista, mother fucker!
187, yo!
AK wins! AK! AK! AK!
AK! AK! AK!
AK-47 is the new champion of Beats of Rage, yo!
That was easier than I thought! I need a fuckin' drink!
AK! AK! AK!
Look at him. Pathetic, pathetic JTRO.
Almost about to cry.
Like a baby.
Baby JTRO.
AK! AK! AK!
Can you even cry? Does it come out of just the one?
AK! AK! AK!
DC?
AK! AK! AK!
DC?!
I am The FP!
I am The FP.
Finish him!
Fuck it...
You jacked my past, JTRO.
Now I jack your future.
The FP belongs to me now, hermano!
Sweet dreams, BitchTRO!
JTRO all this shit you been doin' makes my ass sad, dawg!
Why can't you understand, bro? I'm not you, man.
I'm not even me anymore.
JTRO all those times we used to rap about four score and several years ago
About Never Bein' Ignorant and Gettin' Goals Accomplished.
All those time I counted on your ass to take that shit out into the real world, dawg!
Yeah? And I failed.
I failed everybody.
You've been given a gift, JTRO. Your ass is special. You can still fix this cluster fuck!
Remember. We roll together, we die together.
Now pound me, JTRO.
Pound me, dawg!
Pound me, JTRO!
Pound me now!
No, bro.
I'm JTRO no more.
No more.
Don't do it!
No! I'll never play Beat-Beat Revelation again!
So what about them ducks?
Well. Sometimes there just ain't enough ducks, huh?
Well that's life.
What you think you're the only nob head with tears in his past?
Peeps out this way could fill a fuckin' lake with their past.
Cool.
He wants to know what happened to your eye, yo.
It's gone. What the fuck does it look like?
Oh yeah?
Somethin' happen to y'all? Or was you just born with that shit?
Just been like this ever since I can remember.
Me too.
You got your mother's eye, JTRO.
Oh, you fuckin' son of a bitch!
It's cool.
It's all good.
How did that feel?
About as good as I always thought it would.
Good.
That's a start, son.
Son?
Fuckin' get bent.
Hey you can walk away from me, but don't you fuckin' walk away from The FP!
It's time to hose you off, JTRO.
You and me got some shit to talk.
Our ass is thirsty!
Some of us haven't had a drop in weeks, yo!
You want the booze, you work the mines!
It's that easy.
Shit's tough, but it's fair.
So fair. It's so fuckin'... Thank you!
This mo' fucka's a murderer!
I got good ninjas gettin' capped by this dumb fucks ninjawa dawgs for nothin, yo!
Fuckin' nothin'!
Silencio! Silencio!
Shhhh!
Now!
You talk shit, you get slit! You don't talk shit, you don't get slit!
It's that easy!
And it will continue to be as easy as that
Until that Quatro gets flowin' again!
JTRO never woulda slit nobody for nothin', yo!
Hey we got a slit bitch right here!
JTRO. JTRO. JTRO. JTRO!
I'm sick of that name!
Where the fuck did that guy go? Where is Popeye the Sailor Bitch?
JTRO dropped all y'all!
He abandoned you!
He's not here for you! We're here! We got an opportunity.
Shut the fuck up.
Shit got tough and he peaced the fuck out!
He didn't help shit!
I'm not gonna sugar coat nothin'. Shit's tougher than ever!
It's straight up El Pollo Loco out there! So you can either...
Stay here, live by my rules
In my casa
Drinking my booze!
Or you can walk your black and blue asses out there into the Wastes.
And deal with all that wet shit!
He made your ass, "Head-Ninj" up in here?
I didn't get no mo' fuckin' vote!
What do you? There's no fuckin' votes!
Listen carbones.
And this goes for the whole burrito. Kids. Old fucks! Bitches!
Hermanos! Whoever!
Y'all wanna challenge, "Yo Soy"!
The pads are chillin'. 24-7! Twelve lunas a year!
Huh?!
That's what I thought.
Now get back to digging!
Andole! Andole!
Thank you. Thank you!
Where you is, JTRO?
Where you is?
I don't have time for this shit.
You got some place to be?
The hell did you bring me back here, man?
So you do remember this place?
Respect.
You was very young.
Yeah? Wasn't we all.
Listen, JTRO.
I got a lot of shit to lay on you and not a lot of time to lay it. You dig?
Dude. Just spit it out. Okay?
Once upon a time.
I lived up in The FP.
And yo mother.
Lived here.
All up in the Wastes.
She was Ninjawa.
And in order to get by and keep a roof over my dumb ass,
I had to Beat-Beat in illegal matches.
Blood matches, JTRO.
Law came my way.
They threw my ass in BAKO
And tossed away the key.
Guess they didn't toss it far enough, huh?
Oh she found my ass
Jail broke me.
We did some love.
We threw some pups.
But I suppose destiny found y'all.
Just like it found our assess.
Now none you boys would ever be the warrior daughters
Her peeps so proudly sought.
We couldn't keep y'all a secret no more.
So by their laws 'n shit
I had to face the leader of the Ninjawas
CHAI-LATTE
Yo mother.
Law states
If I won,
I keeps you boys
If I dirt napped
Well, they'd cast your assess out in the Wastes
They'd leave the three of you alls to the Wet Shit
What do you mean, "Three of us".
There was BTRO
Then there was you
But there was a third TRO
An evil TRO
ATRO
You know him by his street name now, "AK-47".
My old prison number
He jacked it from me just like he thinks everything was jacked from him.
He's your bio-bro, JTRO.
I've had enough brothers.
Okay. What happened to mom?
She was the greatest Beat-Beater who ever beat.
And yet. She let my ass defeat her.
She gave her life 'n shit to save three of you alls.
The ninjawas was furious.
I 187'd their mother.
ATRO fell behind...
I couldn't save y'all in time.
They tossed me away. Again...
The Rage...
Well, it swallowed ATRO's ass whole out there.
Just like it's swallowin' all y'alls.
What the hell was I suppposed to do?
I've been waitin' a long time for you, dad.
Well, I'm here now JTRO.
Yeah? And what the hell are we even gonna do, huh?
Everything's fucked.
The FP's gone.
Boots.
The boots are gone.
It's over.
My boots was not the only pair, yo.
Nor was they the strongest, JTRO.
Your mother's was.
What the fuck?
What is that shit?
Stop tryin' to Beat-Off and fuckin' BEAT-OFF!
Jesus.
Why'd AK-47 whoop your ass? Huh?
Cuz he's younger. He's faster.
Nah. That ain't the reason.
Cuz you don't fear gettin' 187'd. Come on!
You gotta test how much your bod can take. That's all up in the mind 'n shit.
That's the invisible barrier that when your spit out as a pup you need to cross
Cuz if you can cross that, anything's possible.
Anything?
Anything!
Shit's always gonna be tough, JTRO. You just gotta be tougher than shit!
I'm tougher than shit!
That's right. You're tougher than shit. Say it, JTRO.
I'm tougher than shit.
You got it. You got it! Move them feet!
Your eye tricks you. Sight rolls to the Rage.
That's it, JTRO. Let RE-NINJ be your eye.
RE-NINJ, JTRO! RE-NINJ!
Fuck!
Stop tryin' to look with your sight, boy!
See it, JTRO. See it. Believe it, JTRO.
It's in your mind's eye 'n shit!
You feel it?
Yeah.
You feel that, yo?
Use that shit, JTRO. Use it!
You're does'n it, JTRO. You're does'n it!
Oh shit yeah. Oh shit fuckin' yeah!
Say it, JTRO!
I'm a real ass, RE-NINJA!
I'm a real ass... RE-NINJA...
Say it again!
I'm a real ass RE-NINJA!
You gotta mean it!
I'm a REAL ASS RE-NINJA!
You got it, JTRO! You got it! That's it!
I got it!
You got it, JTRO! You got it! That's it!
Yo, kick it!
Welcome to the resistance, kid.
What?
CHAI-T?!
AWH!
You best speak up fast before I bow to the bridge yo dick swappin' ass!
All this shit's your fault!
Last I heard
We both turned our bums backs on JTRO.
Man. Get the fuck back to HQ, kid.
This adult shit.
And what the fuck are you doin' out here with that,
That devil spawn shit!
This is JTRO's joey, dawg.
What the joey?
He laid with me.
Yeah?
Who didn't?!
AK-47's shits dried up.
He's shooting blanks.
I should have a litter of Joeys on speed dial
But all I've got is his limp dick.
He wasn't the chosed one, yo.
I chosed wrong.
Little JTRO?
Fair dinkum.
We a family now?
We ain't got time for all this emotional wooly woo, DC.
We've gotta keep things cheap and cheerful.
Scouts say JTRO's coming.
And if we're gonna take back this dung hole
You and me
We're gonna have to work
Together.
You really think this is gonna work?
ATRO's not expecting the unexpected, JTRO.
He's not expecting you.
You're sure we're not just a couple of old fucks looking to get rocked, man?
Maybe these old fucks are looking to show The FP
That we're a couple of TROs
That don't fuckin' roll.
This is the last mo fuckin' stand, ya dig?!
This is the day the prophecy warned our ass about.
Ever since our ma and pas were mini ninjas, yo!
Tell it to my dick.
We can do this, yo.
Been a long time, DC.
Mo suckin' NITRO?!
Beliee' Dat.
Thought you was dead, yo.
So did I.
Glad you ain't.
I'm gonna fix this.
Nah, bitch. We gonna fix this!
DC, what's the score?
This shit's about to go Skynet, y'all!
We need to inflitrate AK-47's fortress at the mines,
Dethrone his ass, and give the booze back to the people before
We lose this town to all that wet shit in the Wastes, yo!
Whoa. Whoa. Whoa. Whoa. TLDR, man. Just...
Get to the point, DC.
We got an inside ninjet.
Who?
CHAI-T.
Are you sure we can trust her?
You trust me, JTRO?
To the end, DC.
Then one way or another, the battle for The FP ends tonight, yo!
What the fuck is she doing?
She's challenging AK-47 as we speak to buy us the time
To infiltrate this shit and end the tyranny, dawg!
Nobody else is dying for me. Alright?
Not today.
Not ever again.
Be careful, Ninj!
He's begining to RE-NINJ.
And he must RE-NINJ alone.
ATRO!!!
Nobody calls me ATRO, vato.
NOBODY!
Well, whatever the fuck your name is.
I challenge you to a Beat-Off!
Well let me tell you something.
After I greenlight you.
I'm gonna slit every last mother fuckin' cholo
That you ever cared about. One by one.
Clit by clit. Six feet deep!
How about you shut the fuck up and dance, bitch!
Fuck yeah, JTRO! Whoo!
Oh shit it's JTRO. Is that JTRO?
Whoo!
Say hola to mama, chupacabra.
Trace...
Dos...
Uno...
Beat-Beat!
Is that all you got?
Let's go, JTRO! Beat that punk ass bitch!
Yeah! 187 that fuckin' scrub!
Look JTRO.
I'm still winning!
BitchTRO's back to his old tricks. Goin' full bitch, yo!
Does this feel familiar to you?
I'm gettin' flashbacks.
What the conehead is that shit?
He's RE-NINJ'd.
No. No!
Look at dem feet!
You got your mother's feet, JTRO!
BitchTRO's all pullin' out magic feet, yo! Land of surprises, yo!
No. No! NO!
Tempo, mother fucker! Tempo!
He's goin' down under.
NO!
187!
FUCK!!!
Forkliff...
BitchTRO is back, yo! Drop the links and grabs some drinks, yo!
187, y'all! 187!
The FP's ours, yo! Again!
Whoo!
You.
I broke you.
Sometimes you gotta break somethin' to fix it.
The FP is mine, puto. Mine!
Come and get it.
Get the fuck outta my town, bitch!
Drinks are on me tonight. Huh?
Whoo! Yeah!
Yeah!
Shake it off, baby! Shake it off!
Oh! Oh!? OH?!!
Come on! Get back in there! Come on!
Come get some more!
Is that all you got, hermano?
Vamonos! Come on!
Andole!
Come on!
Come on, you pussy!
Fuck ATRO up!
Come on, JTRO!
Lookin' good, JTRO.
Toe up from the mother fuckin' flo up!
187 this bitch, bro!
Wake up and be all the RE-NINJA you can be!
I'm gonna 187 this mother fucker!
You call that a 187?
Open wide, Cactus Cooler.
Oh shit! JTRO makin' connections, yo!
Bap! Bap! Bap!
Bap! Bap! Bap! Yo!
Oh shit!
Yeah! Fuck him up, JTRO! Show him how we do it up in the 248!
Come on!
Get him, JTRO. Get him!
Oh shit! Bap! Bap! Bap!
Is that all you got?
Knock that mother fucker's teeth out!
Come on! Get up!
Finish him!
Flawless victory, bitch!
Uh, I guess.
JTRO...
How?
We're hermanos.
Bio bros.
You're not my bro.
You're just some fuckin' asshole that looks like me.
Toss this piece of shit in BAKO where he belongs. Huh?
Forkliff...
Ye-UH! I hear Beat-Beat prison is chill this time of year, BITCH!
No. No. No. No! No! NO!
NO!!!! NOOO!!!!
Si.
JTRO! JTRO! JTRO!
Is it still there?
Rage, dawg.
Is it still there?
No.
No. It's finally gone.
I knew you'd finally do it, little bro.
Thanks, bro.
Someday. We will roll together again, JTRO. I promise 'n shit.
Until then. You gotta be your own ninj. Aight?
Be at peace, bro.
ME and MomTRO will be waitin' for ya.
She's proud of yo ass.
We all is.
You FP ninjas have a tough time stayin' on your feet.
Don't ya?
Shit's tough in The FP.
G'dayTRO.
IS that what I think it is?
It's a Sheila.
Is it mine?
It's ours.
What can I say?
We throw some good pups.
Guess you always knew it would end this way. Huh, dad?
Didn't have a clue.
I'm proud of y'all.
Beliee' dat!
Oh shit! JTRO makin' connections, yo! Bap! Bap! Bap! Yo!
Welcome home.
I got a feeling our adventures have only just begun.
We roll together.
We live together.
Rage and RE-NINJ come from the sky, CHAI-TRO.
From the gods of the sky 'n shit.
But RE-NINJ.
RE-NINJ is our god.
Ya heard?