(Heavy Wind)
Chai-T: What Remains of the ancient world
Chai-T: Has been ravaged by the Beat-Wars.
Chai-T: The blood sport "Beat-Beat Revelation"
Chai-T: has been forbidden in all civilized corners of the land.
Chai-T: But beyond civilization, in the ruins of the old world, lies The Wastes.
Chai-T: Where Beat-Beat Revelation is still the only way of life.
Chai-T: Where the ultimate prize is "The Quatro" or booze as it was once known.
Chai-T: Whoever controls the Quatro, controls the Wastes.
Chai-T: And only one Quatro Oasis Remains...
(Fantasy Music)
Nitro: But high up
Nitro: atop Frazier Mountain
Nitro: The FP.
Nitro: One of the last remaining safe havens in the civilized world.
Nitro: Where booze still flows like rivers.
Nitro: This is your new home JTRO.
Nitro: Rage and RE-NINJ come from the sky, JTRO.
Nitro: From the Gods of the sky 'n shit.
Nitro: But RE-NINJ is our god, ya heard?
Nitro: But you must respect
Nitro: The path to the true Beat-Beat Master comes with its ass a riddle.
Nitro: And you must learn the riddle, JTRO.
Nitro: The Riddle of RE-NINJ.
Nitro: You must learn its discipline.
(Music Swells)
Nitro: Someday these will be yours, son.
Nitro: I've seen the future, JTRO.
Nitro: And it's written in blood.
(Music swells)
(Thunder cracks)
(Intense Techno Music Plays)
(Crowd Cheers)
3dyo: (Laughs)
Crowd: Yeah! Get him!
Game Machine: Whack! Stank!
(Electricity zapping)
(Sinister music plays)
Ak-47: (Snorts)
(Panther Growl Sound)
Forkliff: (Grunts)
3dyo: Ahhh!
Crowd: You're shit!
3dyo: Fuck you!
(Electricity zapping)
Game Machine: 187!
(Electricity zapping)
3dyo: Haha! Did you see me knock him out?!
3dyo: Did you see me knock him out?
Crowd: Loser
Crowd: Get outta here, you suck! You don't belong here!
Crowd: You're a cunt-ass bitch!
Radio Announcer: Oh shit! Did you saw that shit?! Yeah, yeah! We saw that shit!
Radio Announcer: Beliee' Dat Shit!
Radio Announcer: Who let the dogs out? BLT let those motha fuckas out!
Radio Announcer: Whoop whoop! Post fight wrap up, up in here!
Kcdc: Yeuh!
Kcdc: That's my boy!
Kcdc: Whoo!
Kcdc: I told you, yo.
Blt: Aight. Y'all know the deal. Let's make with the booze. Chop chop.
Ak-47: Not so rapido.
Tequilo: Hya!
Tequilo: Mush!
Crowd: (Gasps)
Background Dude: Tune that vato up, AK!
Blt: Who the fuck is you?
(Finger snaps)
(Crowd Gasps)
Background Dude: That mother fucker just stood up!
Ak-47: I am a new challenger
Ak-47: And I await.
Crowd: Oh shit.
Blt: Nah, son. Them aint the rules.
Forkliff: Forkliff!
Tequilo: Silencio
Forkliff: Forkliff!
Ak-47: This is the Wastes, vato.
Ak-47: There is no rules.
Crowd: Oh my god.
(Fire swooshes)
(Panther growl)
Blt: What the...
Kcdc: Fuck?
Game Machine: 3...
Game Machine: 2...
Game Machine: 1...
Game Machine: Beat-Beat!
Game Machine: Sik! Sik!
Game Machine: De-LOOXE! King Killa!
Game Machine: Whack! Stank!
Ak-47: (Laughing)
(Sad Middle Eastern Music Plays)
Game Machine: Whoa! Tip Toes!
Crowd: Tip Toes!
Game Machine: Floppy twat legs!
Crowd: Awh, not floppy twat legs!
Crowd: No! No!
Forkliff: Forkliff!
Game Machine: Toasty!
Blt: (Screaming)
Ak-47: (Laughing)
Blt: (Screaming)
Game Machine: 187!
Forkliff: Forkliff!
Crowd: (Chanting AK)
Ak-47: Alto!
Ak-47: The booze is mine!
Game Machine: Finish him!
Blt: (Screaming)
(Electircity zapping)
Radio: I don't think BLT is getting up, yo.
Â Radio: AK-47 just
Kcdc: Get up, ninj.
Radio: just came in and huffed and puffed
Kcdc: Get up!
Radio: and blew that motha fuckas house down!
Blt: (Heavy breathing)
Blt: Fuckin' please!
Blt: (Whimpers)
Blt: JTRO. The Rage...
Blt: JTRO...
(Magical chimes)
Blt: The rage...
Forkliff: Oh Forkliff!
Forkliff: Forkliff!
Ak-47: Look at me, puto.
Blt: The rage.
Blt: Oh no, no, no, no, no...
(Panther growl) Ak-47: Look at me!
Ak-47: Yo soy El FP...
Ak-47: Is mine!
Kcdc: No!!!
(Pather growl)
Blt: JTRO!
(Soul sucking noises)
(Panther growl)
Ak-47: (Heavy grunting)
(Epic boot ejection noise)
(Sinister music plays)
(Thunder claps)
(Steel smashing fire noises)
(Dogs barking)
(Loud banging on door)
Pepper Snig: You cunt!
Kkj: Come on mother fucker!
Kkj: Open up, bitch!
(Loud Banging)
Pepper Snig: You got your period?!
(Loud Banging) Pepper Snig: Fuckkk!!!
(Dope music plays) (Kids screaming and banging on door)
Kkj: You think that old dude is JTRO?
Kkj: My mom said he's the reason we got all dem ducks.
Pepper Snig: Man, fuck ducks!
Jtro: Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Jtro: Yeah. What the fuck?
Jtro: The fuck you kids doing out there? Isn't it a school night?
Pepper Snig: I haven't got time for all them books 'n shit.
Pepper Snig: Quit stallin' gramps. Where's our shit?
Jtro: Oh, right. You're the um
Jtro: You're the kids with the skip-it. Right?
Pepper Snig: It's a bop-it, mother fucker!
Jtro: It's the same shit isn't it?
Jtro: What time is it?
(Barking dog)
Pepper Snig: What the fuck is this boo-shit?
Jtro: It's a Beat-Beat Machine. What does it look like?
Pepper Snig: It's broke as fuck.
Jtro: Yeah. Sometimes you gotta break something to fix it. Don't ya?
Kkj: Shit I thought they destroyed all those cuz too many corn doggers was gettin' 187'd.
Jtro: Not all of them.
Kkj: Yo, what happened to this town back in the D? I mean our parents won't tell us shit.
Pepper Snig: Shit...
Jtro: There was a war.
Kkj: Did we win?
Jtro: Mmm. Kinda.
Pepper Snig: Whatevs...
Pepper Snig: This corn butt's old ratchet ass can't play that shit.
JTRO. Yeah? Here's your skip-it.
Pepper Snig: It's a bop-it, mother fucker!
Jtro: Cool. Nine bucks. Cough it up.
Pepper Snig: Fuck it.
Pepper Snig: You's all just got hamilton'd.
Pepper Snig: Keep the change, grandpa.
Pepper Snig: (fart mouth)
Jtro: Get the fuck outta here.
Pepper Snig: (Screams)
Jtro: Go to school.
Pepper Snig: Take you to school in my pussy!
Jtro: Jesus Christ.
Pepper Snig: Can you fuck it can you bop-it? Can you lick it, can you stick it?
(Dope music)
(Steam whistle)
(Dope music)
Kcdc: What the fuck?
(Dope music)
Kcdc: Motha fucka!
(Dude spits)
(Sad music)
Kcdc: It's only a matter of time before smokin' all them baff salts catches up to a bitch.
Kcdc: It's hard gettin' a hold of your ass now that you been chillin' in the 245.
Jtro: The 248's all dried up. Aint no work there anymore.
Kcdc: Aint no work anywhere, yo.
Jtro: Alright.
Jtro: What is it this time, DC? Spit it out.
Kcdc: We gonna have to tag another deep six, yo.
Jtro: Who is it this time?
Kcdc: BLT.
Jtro: Dammit. I told him to cut out that Beat-Beat shit.
Jtro: It's too dangerous.
Kcdc: That's life, JTRO. Sometimes you get cut.
Jtro: No that shit's on him.
Jtro: I told him to stop that Beat-Beat gamblin' booze bullshit out there.
Jtro: I mean, that's why we dug the booze mines in the first place, right?
Jtro: To leave the Beat-Beat bullshit behind us.
Jtro: There's still plenty down there.
Kcdc: Open your fuckin' eye, JTRO.
Kcdc: The mines have run dry.
Kcdc: No more booze.
Kcdc: No one knows it yet. But by the next mo' suckin' full moon
Kcdc: The FP could run totes dry.
Jtro: why do you always wait until the last fucking second
Jtro: To tell me when something like this happens?
Kcdc: Cuz it's hard to find yo ass when you always livin' in the past, dawg!
Jtro: It's over.
Jtro: The FP is over.
Jtro: DUN.
Jtro: Dun.
Kcdc: Sometimes. You gotta burn the forest. So it can grow back twice as strong, yo!
Jtro: Give it a rest, DC.
Jtro: We're too fuckin' old for this shit.
Jtro: Go home.
(Sad fantasy music)
(Mysterious Techno Music)
(Inspirational Techno Music)
Kcdc: 3...
Kcdc: 2...
Kcdc: 1...
Kcdc: Beat-Beat!
Btro: We roll together...
Jtro: We die together...
Jtro: Come on, bro. Get up!
Jtro: Get up!
Jtro: Get up, man.
Kcdc: 187...
Kcdc: 187, y'all.
Kcdc: BTRO got 187'd...
Jtro: No!!!
Jtro: I'll never play Beat-Beat Revelation again!
(Television powers down)
Jtro: (Heavy breathing)
(Magical Chimes)
Jtro: We're closed.
(Magical techno music)
(Magical chimes)
(Techno music builds)
Jtro: Yo, DC. Pick up.
Jtro: Come on, dude. I know you're there.
(Duck quacking ring tone)
Kcdc: Maholo. Over.
Jtro: Stop crying, man. Look, I know how to save The FP.
Kcdc: Say what?
Jtro: Beats of Rage.
Kcdc: Awh...
Kcdc: You gotta come back to the future, JTRO.
Kcdc: That old Beat-Beat tournament shit is just a myth.
Kcdc: I don't believe it.
Kcdc: I don't believe nothin' no more.
Jtro: Well, believe it.
Jtro: Cuz winner gets it all, DC.
Jtro: Bottomless booze.
Jtro: Forevs.
Kcdc: For reals?
Kcdc: Don't be playin', JTRO.
Jtro: Yeah, for reals.
Jtro: Now pack your shit.
Jtro: Cuz it's time to Beat-Beat this shit right again.
Jtro: Again.
Jtro: We're goin' to the Wastes.
(Upbeat techno music)
(Door creaking)
Jtro: Jesus.
Jtro: The hell'd you put in this thing, DC?
Kcdc: What the fuck?
Kcdc: What the fuck?!
Wall Mamma: He's gettin' too old for this shit.
Wall Mamma: Your kid's headin' for a 187 out there.
Kcdc: Oh. Pay your respects, dawg!
Kcdc: He's the best Beat-Beater this town has ever seen.
Kcdc: Shit. Maybe even the whole mo' suckin' world.
Kcdc: Without him
Jtro: Dammit.
Kcdc: We'd all be up...
Wall Mamma: Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Wall Mamma: We all used to be dope.
Wall Mamma: Shit's changed.
Wall Mamma: Open your lids.
Jtro: Fuck it...
Kcdc: Nah!
Kcdc: You don't know JTRO, dawg!
Jtro: Owe. My fuckin' back.
Wall Mamma: Whatever.
(Laser sound)
Wall Mamma: Good luck out there, milk heads.
Wall Mamma: Bye!
Adventure techno music)
(Magical chimes)
(Adventure techno music fades away)
(Campfire burning)
(Steps on ladder)
Jtro: Yo. Drink some water.
(Duck quack)
Kcdc: Get that wet shit outta my face.
Kcdc: Goddamit, DC. You gotta drink somethin' out here.
Kcdc: I'm allergic to that shit.
Kcdc: You know that, JTRO.
Kcdc: I hope we don't have to sepnd one more minute than we have to out in this shithole.
Jtro: This shithole's where I grew up.
Jtro: It's quiet out here.
Kcdc: Yeah.
Kcdc: Cuz it's a crusty old battlfied where everybody dropped six feet deep
Kcdc: When the Gods punished us 'n shit.
(Spits)
Kcdc: And it stinks.
Jtro: The Gods didn't do all this.
Jtro: Beat-Beat did.
Kcdc: Alright.
Kcdc: Crybaby.
Kcdc: I get it.
Kcdc: So everybody you ever loved is in the dirt.
Kcdc: Get in line.
Kcdc: All our peeps...
(Drink pours in dirt)
Kcdc: They hit the dirt.
Kcdc: So our asses could keep walkin' on it.
Kcdc: It's time for you to drop the bull
Kcdc: And RE-NINJ, JTRO.
Jtro: Fuckin' RE-NINJ, really?
Jtro: Dude, grow up.
Kcdc: Nah, you grow up, bitch!
Kcdc: RE-NINJ aint somethin' you can run from, yo! It's in your blood.
Kcdc: Maybe if you'd meditate more often like you supposed to
Kcdc: I wouldn't have to say this shit every goddamn day!
Jtro: You know what? Fuck this, man.
Jtro: I'm takin' a walk.
Kcdc: Yo there's the door, bitch.
Kcdc: Yo look out for that handle. Don't let that shit hit you on the way out.
Kcdc: The past isn't your anchor, JTRO.
Kcdc: It's yo mo' suckin' sail.
Kcdc: RE-NINJ!
(Fantasy music swells)
Kcdc: RE-NINJ, JTRO.
Kcdc: RE-NINJ...
Btro: Four score and a couple years ago, ma and pa fought for some serious shit.
Btro: Ya heard?!
Btro: We roll together...
Jtro: We die together.
Btro: Gots to be ready for anything.
Btro: That's why we gots to get eachothers backs.
Blt: JTRO!!!
Btro: To the end, aight?
Btro: JTRO.
Btro: I'm sorry.
Btro: Hey, bro.
Jtro: BTRO?
Btro: Been a long time, dawg.
Btro: Yo ass hasn't been meditatin' enough 'n shit!
Btro: Look, JTRO. There's some serious shit is comin', ya heard?
Jtro: Yeah, I heard.
Btro: Nah. You hearin' me but you aint heard.
Btro: You gotsa walk away from this one, dawg!
Jtro: I've been walkin' away for ten years.
Jtro: Hidin' from what I really am.
Jtro: Pretending like all this peace bullshit is what I actually want.
Btro: What it is you want, dawg?
Jtro: A purpose.
Btro: Yeah, my ass had a purpose. And it killed me.
Btro: I went too far. The rage one. The pressure took me down.
Btro: And just like that.
Btro: I did a line right off a hoes ass.
Btro: Right before that match with L Dub.
Btro: Winning.
Btro: Winning is an addiction, JTRO. And it's in our blood, yo.
Btro: JTRO. You done all you can 'n shit, dawg!
Btro: Me, you, dad.
Btro: We gave the FP everything!
Jtro: Not everything.
Jtro: Not yet.
Btro: I'd rather lose a hundred FPs than lose you little bro.
Jtro: You lost me the day you let me step foot on a Beat-Beat pad.
Btro: Don't do this, JTRO. Don't do it. Don't do what I did. Don't let the rage win, dawg!
Jtro: Rage is all I got left.
(Panther growl)
(Wolf howls)
Jtro: Dude, where the hell are the ninjas already?
Kcdc: Oh watch your mouth, bitch!
Jtro: Okay, fine. Well.
Jtro: What's the correct term to refer to these fuckers as
Jtro: in the current polictical climate then, huh?
Kcdc: Nin-jaw-was.
Jtro: Whatever.
Kcdc: And they's chicks too.
Kcdc: At least that's what some ninjas been shoutin' on the whisper stream.
Kcdc: Yo, yo, yo, yo. Watch your step, dawg.
Kcdc: You don't wanna get that wet shit all over yo ass.
Kcdc: Yo. This is straight wrong side of the tracks, yo.
Jtro: Yeah? Where the fuck is the right side of the tracks these days, DC? Huh?
Kcdc: Truth.
Kcdc: Awh. Nah, nah, nah, nah. I don't do witch shit, JTRO.
(Magical chimes)
Jtro: Yeah. Well I don't do bitch shit. Let's move.
Kcdc: Awh. This is fuckin' four way stop, man.
Kcdc: Yo, chill.
Kcdc: I got this.
Jtro: Alright. Be my guest.
Kcdc: Hey.
(Magical chimes)
Jtro: Alright, well. Here goes nothin', huh?
Jtro: Shit's about to get hot.
Kcdc: Yo.
Kcdc: That's my boy.
Kcdc: I'm his plus one.
Kcdc: Recognize.
Jtro: Just hurry up, man. I don't wanna get fuckin' stabbed out here. Let's go.
Kcdc: What the fuck is this shit?
(Sick techno music)
Crowd: (Chanting) Two ninjas roll in. One ninja rolls out.
H1n1: Welcome to Beats of Rage at the Chromedome, yo.
H1n1: Two ninjas roll in. One ninja rolls out.
Crowd: (Chanting) Two ninjas roll in. One ninja rolls out.
(Panther growl)
Crowd: (Chanting) Two ninjas roll in. One ninja rolls out.
Quakka Jaxx: Well. Well. Well.
Quakka Jaxx: If it isn't the world famous FP man.
Quakka Jaxx: Care to paddle?
H1n1: Awh, fuck a duck! Shit just went all trip nines up in here, yo!
Quakka Jaxx: (Laughs)
Quakka Jaxx: (Duck quacks)
H1n1: First match of Beats of Rage, yo!
H1n1: Here it do. JTRO vs Quakka Jaxx.
H1n1: Aight. Strap it up.
Kcdc: For the FP, dawg!
H1n1: 3...
H1n1: 2...
H1n1: 1...
H1n1: Beat-Beat!
Quakka Jaxx: Want to know my technique, FP man?
Quakka Jaxx: Calm on the surface. But paddling like mad underneath!
H1n1: Now you never wanna beat-off two fast and blow your load early, yo!
Quakka Jaxx: Come on! You can do better than that!
H1n1: Nah! Nah!
H1n1: Floppy twat legs already?!
Quakka Jaxx: Oh, careful.
Quakka Jaxx: Watch the screen.
Quakka Jaxx: Let's play a game.
Quakka Jaxx: Duck. Duck. Lose!
Quakka Jaxx: (Laughs)
Quakka Jaxx: (Duck Quacking)
Quakka Jaxx: Keep your old blind ass on the pad!
H1n1: Oh what the quack?! Is that shit even legal?!
H1n1: Awh, blap! Street Beat up in here!
Kcdc: RE-NINJ, yo! RE-NINJ!
Ak-47: RE-NINJ?
Forkliff: Forkliff...
Quakka Jaxx: Keep your ducks in a row, FP man!
H1n1: Lookin' like grampa's gettin' a second wind up in here, yo!
H1n1: Crazy feet!
H1n1: Looks like Quack-in-the-Box is migratin' for the winter, yo!
(Electricity zapping)
Quakka Jaxx: (Quacking desperatly)
(Electricity zapping)
H1n1: Awh shit! Awh shit! Awh shit!
H1n1: Awh, here it do! Here comes the drop, yo!
Quakka Jaxx: (Slow motion scream)
(Electricity zapping)
H1n1: 187!
H1n1: JTRO wins, yo!
Kcdc: For the FP!
H1n1: One round down. Shit loads to go, yo!
Forkliff: Forkliff!
H1n1: Next up we got Bitch Fist vs Pack Sickle.
H1n1: Get that duck in bitch clothing off the pad, yo!
(Electricity zapping)
Quakka Jaxx: (Quacking in pain)
(Clapping)
Ak-47: (Laughing)
Ak-47: Welcome to the Wastes, vato.
Ak-47: (Laughs)
Jtro: Who the fuck is that clown?
Kcdc: Yo...
Kcdc: I've been yackin' with the locals, bro.
Kcdc: That clownb you talkin' about
Kcdc: Is one mean, egg suckin', son of a snake, JTRO!
Kcdc: Them tubes 'n shit
Kcdc: Aint just for show, dawg.
Jtro: Whatever, man. Come on.
Kcdc: Nah. Nah.
Kcdc: Beliee' Dat.
Kcdc: Wake up, JTRO.
Kcdc: Did you see his shit?
Kcdc: He wears soles, yo.
Kcdc: Skin shoe'n mo fuckas left and right!
Kcdc: Hold onto your laces, yo.
Kcdc: He's a mo suckin' sole collecter.
Jtro: Come on, DC. Who's been telling you this shit, man?
Kcdc: Whisper stream's callin' him, "AK-47"...
JTRO. Whatever. Sounds like a bunch of fuckin' fake whispers to me.
Jtro: Let's go.
(Panther growl)
(Smooth contemplation techno music)
(JTRO drinking)
Jtro: We roll together...
(Drinks pours in dirt)
Chai-T: Who you yackin' to?
Jtro: Nobody.
Chai-T: You're JTRO, right?
Jtro: Yep.
Chai-T: You're peepin' CHAI-T right here.
Chai-T: I peeped y'alls Beat-Off tonight.
Chai-T: Your shit was pretty nackered.
Jtro: Is that good? Or is that bad?
Chai-T: It's double sided, yo.
Chai-T: You think tonight was tough?
Chai-T: Tomorrow is gonna have you right fuckin' sideways.
Chai-T: There's some real tuff muffs on the up and up.
(Magical chimes)
Jtro: Yeah? The tougher they are, the faster I Beat-Off.
Chai-T: You FP Ninjas have a saying for everything. Don't ya?
Chai-T: Ya know?
Chai-T: I've heard of you.
Chai-T: You saved The FP. Right?
Jtro: Once upon a time.
Chai-T: Y'all still got all them ducks?
Jtro: Kinda.
Chai-T: You better show me what your little roo bum can do tomorrow.
Chai-T: Give me somethin' to remember you by.
Jtro: I thought they only let dudes Beat-Off.
Chai-T: Times is changin'.
Chai-T: G'day-Tro.
Jtro: Yeah. You too.
Jtro: G'day...
Jtro: I like that.
(Smooth contemplation techno music)
(Forest ambience)
Kcdc: JTRO.
Kcdc: JTRO!
Jtro: Yeah. Yeah? What? What's up?
Kcdc: There was a duck in the night, JTRO.
Kcdc: We've been summoned, yo.
(Ominous Techno Music)
Han Cholo: Password.
Han Cholo: Gimme some correct syllables, Ninja.
Han Cholo: Bap. Bap. Bap.
Kcdc: Oh. You wanna see some, "Bap, Bap, Bap?!"
Han Cholo: Syllables, ninja. Andole.
Ak-47: HAN CHOLO!
Ak-47: Split, ese.
Ak-47: Split!
Han Cholo: Goddamit...
Ak-47: Chill, KC-Dilla
Ak-47: (Laughs)
Ak-47: How you doin', hommie?
Jtro: Pretty uncomfortable.
Ak-47: Good...
Ak-47: You really don't remember this mug. Does you?
Jtro: Should I?
Jtro: What the fuck is all this, dude? Are you tryin' to scare us or fuck us?
Kcdc: Ye-uh.
Kcdc: Enough turd talkin', yo.
Kcdc: Shut your mouth!
Ak-47: Unless it's on my guevos, puta.
Ak-47: Okay...
Ak-47: Here's the deal.
Ak-47: You two walk your little culos
Ak-47: Out of this tournament and give me The FP.
Ak-47: No aye una take backsies.
Ak-47: Huh?
Ak-47: Yeah? And I'll let both y'all keep your soles.
Ak-47: No questions asked.
Ak-47: Deal, ese?
Kcdc: Walk away?
Jtro: Fuck that.
Jtro: And fuck you!
Jtro: Come on.
Kcdc: These suckers are my boys.
Kcdc: Maybe we should take a time out to ponder
Kcdc: Some double cross fade deal shit.
Ak-47: This guano is pointless, JTRO!
Ak-47: I own The FP! Y'all just been rentin'!
Kcdc: What the shit you sayin'?
Ak-47: I've been makin' moves, hommies.
Ak-47: When I want something, I just take it.
Ak-47: The FP is weak.
Ak-47: So take the deal.
Ak-47: Find a new FP or...
Ak-47: Find new soles.
Ak-47: (Laughs)
Jtro: Whatever, dude.
Jtro: See you on the pads, hombre.
Ak-47: The deal is tail-lights.
Ak-47: And the word is, "Go".
Jtro: What?
Ak-47: It means, you're FUCKED!
Jtro: Fuck it. Come on, dude.
(Laser sound)
Kcdc: Back the fuck off of me.
Kcdc: I will drop you like a fuckin' A-bomb if you touch my ass again!
Kcdc: Buh-ITCH!
Han Cholo: Come on!
Han Cholo: (Gorilla grunts)
Han Cholo: Woo. Huh.
Han Cholo: That shit was bananas.
Crowd: (Chaunting) Two ninjas roll in! One ninja rolls out!
H1n1: Welcome back to the Beats of Rage!
Crowd: (Roars with excitement)
H1-N1: AK-47 vs Dig Dank!
Dig-Dank: I'm gonna fuck up your whole Tuesday!
Crowd: It's Wednesday, dumbshit!
H1-N1: Beat-Beat!
Ak-47: Come on, mother fucker!
Ak-47: (Screams)
H1-N1: AK-47
Ak-47: Fuck you!
H1-N1: just went straight 10-10-220
Ak-47: Greenlit!
H1n1: on that ninja, yo!
H1n1: CHAI-T vs Cum Dumpster, yo!
Cum Dumpster: You gotta do better than that!
H1n1: Take a seat in CHAI-T's billabong, dumbshit!
H1n1: JTRO vs Sloppy Honkey!
Sloppy Honkey: Get outta town, coward!
Jtro: (Screams)
H1n1: Grandpa ass JTRO dodges the grave again, yo!
Kcdc: Yo, cash the check!
H1n1: CHAI-T vs Senior Ninja!
Senior Ninja: You will face the wrath of my Beat-Blade!
Senior Ninja: Ha ha ha!
Chai-T: (Hisses)
H1n1: Every second counts, yo!
H1n1: CHAI-T just went all Anzac Day on that mother-bitcher, yo!
S-Hane: Next!
H1n1: JTRO vs the one and only Chocolate-Fro-Yo, yo!
Chocolate Fro-Yo: You aint ready!
Chocolate Fro-Yo: Think you can Beat me off?
Chocolate Fro-Yo: I can't even beat me off!
Jtro: Bam!
H1n1: Oh Grandpa JTRO pullin' out trick shit, yo! Trick shit, yo!
Kcdc: Yo, cash the fuckin' check!
H1n1: AK-47 vs Bitch-Box 360, yo! Half bitch. Half box, yo!
Ak-47: Whoo!
Ak-47: (Screams)
Ak-47: Oh! How's the dirt, bitch?!
H1n1: CHAI-T vs Pac-Bitch, yo!
Pac-Bitch: You'll break your shins keeping up with me.
H1n1: Awh shit snap! Mother fucker got chewed up and spit out dead, yo!
S-Hane: DUN!
H1n1: Awh Sheeyit! Face down, ass up! That's the way AK likes to Beat-Off, yo!
H1n1: AK-47 vs El Crazian-OG, yo!
El Crazian-Og: You aint got shit, AK!
Ak-47: Come on, white chocolate! Bring it to me!
Ak-47: (Screams)
Ak-47: You got greenlit, mother fucker!
Ak-47: Greenlit!
Ak-47: Whoo!
Ak-47: Greenlit!
Ak-47: You got Greenlit, pussy puto!
Ak-47: Greenlit!
Ak-47: Youy like that, JTRO?
Ak-47: Greenlit!
Ak-47: (Screams)
(Laser sound)
(Sad techno music)
Chai-T: More than you could ever drink.
Jtro: Clearly you've never been to The FP.
Jtro: Should last at least until the rains come though.
Chai-T: Yeah.
Chai-T: Rain's tight.
Jtro: So what are you gonna do if you win all this, huh?
Chai-T: Me?
Jtro: Yeah.
Chai-T: I'm not here to win all this.
Jtro: What are you here to do?
Chai-T: I'm here to make sure you ninjas got what it takes.
Chai-T: I was always jealous of you FP ninjas.
Chai-T: Livin' way up there in them clouds.
Chai-T: Not drownin' down here in all this wet shit.
Jtro: God. How do you even think they came by all this booze out here anyway?
Chai-T: Ninjawas.
Chai-T: They control all the Quatro in the Wastes.
Chai-T: Bringing it up from way down under.
Chai-T: They're the toughest Sheilas out here.
Jtro: Oh yeah? Well if they're so tough...
Jtro: then why do they even need this tournament bullshit then, huh?
Jtro: Why do they even need us?
Chai-T: For your seed.
Chai-T: To keep the clan strong.
Chai-T: Forevs.
Jtro: What do you mean?
Jtro: You mean like, "Seed"?
Jtro: Or like that shit that grows on trees?
Chai-T: Have you seen any trees around here?
Jtro: Yeah, I've seen a couple.
(Magical chimes)
Jtro: Wait a second.
Jtro: You're one of them. Aren't you?
Chai-T: Magic is real AF out here, JTRO.
Chai-T: It's even real-er down under.
(Fingers scratching jacket)
Chai-T: Calm-A-Do.
Chai-T: This...
Chai-T: could be your future.
(Sexy Techno Music Rises)
Kcdc: Goddamit, JTRO.
Kcdc: Mother fuckin' Rage dippin'!
(Sexy techno music fades away)
(Ominous techno music)
Kcdc: Yo, dawg!
Kcdc: We need to rap.
Jtro: In a minute, DC.
Kcdc: Nah.
Kcdc: We need to rap now, yo.
Jtro: What is it?
Kcdc: This is it, yo.
Kcdc: I can't do this no more.
Jtro: Do what?
Kcdc: I've buried enough TROs, Dawg.
Kcdc: I aint gonna bury you too.
Jtro: Wait, so you're leaving me?
Kcdc: You only see one end to your path, bro.
Kcdc: Leaving's all my ass has to make you understand.
Kcdc: You aint what you once was, dawg.
Kcdc: You gotsta find another way.
Kcdc: You need to RE-NINJ.
Kcdc: Let it into your heart.
Kcdc: You used to talk about dreams.
Kcdc: Kids 'n shit.
Kcdc: Life beyond Beat-Beat.
Jtro: Look around, DC.
Jtro: Everyone's fuckin' dead.
Jtro: They're all gone.
Jtro: My life beyond Beat-Beat.
Jtro: It went with them.
Jtro: All that's left is fuckin' bullshit.
Kcdc: Awh? Bullshit?
Kcdc: You wanna talk some bullshit?
Kcdc: Aight.
Kcdc: Let's talk some bullshit!
Jtro: Yeah? Spit it out!
(Slap)
Jtro: You wanna go?!
(Panther growl)
Kcdc: The Rage.
Kcdc: Nah.
Kcdc: You meet this Australasian Sloosh.
Kcdc: You turn your back on RE-NINJ.
Kcdc: You start Rage-Dippin'!
Kcdc: Chicas weaken legs, JTRO!
Kcdc: This aint the way.
Jtro: This is the Wastes, DC.
Jtro: You want your fuckin' town back? This is how it do!
Kcdc: My town?
Kcdc: I guess this is how it do.
Kcdc: Guess I just can't keep you outta the ground, JTRO.
Kcdc: And that's always been more important than any of this other shit's ever been!
Jtro: Bullshit!
Jtro: You never gave a shit about me, DC.
Jtro: All you ever cared about is that fuckin' town!
Kcdc: Awh, aight...
Kcdc: Y'all just wanna pretend like you gots no one left?
Kcdc: Now you aints gotta pretend no more.
Kcdc: I'm out, yo.
Jtro: Yeah?
Jtro: Then fuckin' stay out, bitch.
Kcdc: I'll see you in the dirt.
Kcdc: Bitch.
Crowd: (Chanting) Two ninjas roll in! One Ninja rolls out!
H1n1: We are just minutes away from finding out who the next champ of Beats of Rage is, yo!
H1n1: JTRO or undefeated AK-47?!
Crowd: (Chanting) Two ninjas roll in! One Ninja rolls out!
H1n1: Who dat champ gonna be up in here, yo?
Ak-47: Come se dice, me?
Ak-47: (Laughs)
H1n1: Let's do this shit!
Ak-47: Whoo!
Ak-47: Sinco de mayo!
Ak-47: (Laughs)
H1n1: 3...
H1n1: 2...
H1n1: 1...
H1n1: Beat-Beat!
(Dangerous techno music)
Ak-47: Come on, JTRO!
H1n1: This ninj is splittin' JTRO's old ass like a log. Chop chop!
Ak-47: (Screams)
H1n1: Someone's playin' tic-tac-toe all over this motha fuck-ee! Yo!
Ak-47: Come on, mother fucker! Try to keep up!
(Electicity zapping)
Ak-47: You aint lookin' so good, JTRO.
Ak-47: Oh you're wobbling. You're wobbling!
H1n1: JTRO can't do shit! Just takin' it!
Jtro: (Grunts)
Ak-47: Whoo!
Ak-47: (Laughs)
H1n1: Tippy toe tornado up in here!
(Electricity zapping)
H1n1: Here comes the drop!
H1n1: Get the body bag! Unzip that shit, yo!
Ak-47: Hasta la vista, mother fucker!
Ak-47: (Screams)
Ak-47: (Whoo!)
(Electricity zapping)
Jtro: (Screams)
H1n1: 187, yo!
H1n1: AK wins! AK! AK! AK!
Crowd: (Chanting) AK! AK! AK!
H1n1: AK-47 is the new champion of Beats of Rage, yo!
Ak-47: That was easier than I thought! I need a fuckin' drink!
Jtro: (Grunting)
Crowd: (Chanting) AK! AK! AK!
Ak-47: Look at him. Pathetic, pathetic JTRO.
Ak-47: Almost about to cry.
Ak-47: Like a baby.
Ak-47: Baby JTRO.
Crowd: (Chanting) AK! AK! AK!
Ak-47: Can you even cry? Does it come out of just the one?
Ak-47: (Laughs)
Crowd: (Chanting) AK! AK! AK!
Jtro: DC?
Crowd: (Chanting) AK! AK! AK!
Jtro: DC?!
Ak-47: I am The FP!
Ak-47: I am The FP.
Game Machine: Finish him!
Ak-47: (Soul Sucking)
Jtro: (Grunts)
Ak-47: (Grunts)
Jtro: (Screams)
Ak-47: (Grunts)
Jtro: (Screams)
Jtro: (Breaths heavy)
Ak-47: Fuck it...
Ak-47: (Grunts)
Ak-47: You jacked my past, JTRO.
Ak-47: (Sniffs)
AK-47 (Exhales in ecstacy)
Ak-47: Now I jack your future.
Ak-47: The FP belongs to me now, hermano!
Ak-47: (Screams)
(Laser sound)
H1n1: Sweet dreams, BitchTRO!
(Thunder claps)
Btro: JTRO all this shit you been doin' makes my ass sad, dawg!
Jtro: Why can't you understand, bro? I'm not you, man.
Jtro: I'm not even me anymore.
Btro: JTRO all those times we used to rap about four score and several years ago
Btro: About Never Bein' Ignorant and Gettin' Goals Accomplished.
Btro: All those time I counted on your ass to take that shit out into the real world, dawg!
Jtro: Yeah? And I failed.
Jtro: I failed everybody.
Btro: You've been given a gift, JTRO. Your ass is special. You can still fix this cluster fuck!
Btro: Remember. We roll together, we die together.
Btro: Now pound me, JTRO.
Btro: Pound me, dawg!
Btro: Pound me, JTRO!
Btro: Pound me now!
Jtro: No, bro.
Jtro: I'm JTRO no more.
Jtro: No more.
Btro: Don't do it!
Btro: (Screams)
Jtro: No!!! I'l never play Beat-Beat Revelation again!
(Laser sound)
(Contemplative Middle Eastern music)
(Ethnic synth bar music)
Hooded Bartender: So what about them ducks?
Jtro: Well. Sometimes there just aint enough ducks, huh?
Hooded Bartender: Well that's life.
Hooded Bartender: What you think you're the only nob head with tears in his past?
Hooded Bartender: Peeps out this way could fill a fuckin' lake with their past.
Jtro: Cool.
Hooded Bartender: He wants to know what happened to your eye, yo.
Jtro: It's gone. What the fuck does it look like?
Hooded Bartender: Oh yeah?
Hooded Bartender: Somethin' happen to y'all? Or was you just born with that shit?
Jtro: Just been like this ever since I can remember.
Hooded Bartender: Me too.
Nitro: You got your mother's eye, JTRO.
Jtro: Oh, you fuckin' son of a bitch!
(Punch)
(Music stops)
Nitro: It's cool.
Nitro: It's all good.
(Music plays again)
Nitro: How did that feel?
Jtro: About as good as I always thought it would.
Nitro: Good.
Nitro: That's a start, son.
Jtro: Son?
Jtro: Fuckin' get bent.
Nitro: Hey you can walk away from me, but don't you fuckin' walk away from The FP!
(Mystical flute plays)
Nitro: It's time to hose you off, JTRO.
Nitro: You and me got some shit to talk.
(Ominous bad guy techno music)
Hooded Ninj: Our ass is thirsty!
Hooded Ninj: Some of us haven't had a drop in weeks, yo!
Ak-47: You want the booze, you work the mines!
Ak-47: It's that easy.
Ak-47: Shit's tough, but it's fair.
Stanya: So fair. It's so fuckin'... Thank you!
Hooded Ninj: This mo' fucka's a murderer!
Hooded Ninj: I got good ninjas gettin' capped by this dumb fucks ninjawa dawgs for nothin, yo!
Hooded Ninj: Fuckin' nothin'!
Crowd: (Roars with anger)
Ak-47: Silencio! Silencio!
Stanya: Shhhh!
Ak-47: Now!
Ak-47: You talk shit, you get slit! You don't talk shit, you don't get slit!
Ak-47: It's that easy!
Ak-47: And it will continue to be as easy as that
Ak-47: Until that Quatro gets flowin' again!
Hooded Ninj: JTRO never woulda slit nobody for nothin', yo!
Stanya: Hey we got a slit bitch right here!
Ak-47: JTRO. JTRO. JTRO. JTRO!
Ak-47: I'm sick of that name!
Stanya: Where the fuck did that guy go? Where is Popeye the Sailor Bitch?
Ak-47: JTRO dropped all y'all!
Ak-47: He abandoned you!
Stanya: He's not here for you! We're here! We got an opportunity.
Stanya: The the fuck up.
Ak-47: Shit got tough and he peaced the fuck out!
Stanya: He didn't help shit!
Ak-47: I'm not gonna sugar coat nothin'. Shit's tougher than ever!
Ak-47: It's straight up El Pollo Loco out there! So you can either...
Ak-47: Stay here, live by my rules
Ak-47: In my casa
Ak-47: Drinking my booze!
Ak-47: Or you can walk your black and blue asses out there into the Wastes.
Ak-47: And deal with all that wet shit!
Hooded Ninj: He made your ass, "Head-Ninj" up in here?
Hooded Ninj: I didn't get no mo' fuckin' vote!
Stanya: What do you? There's no fuckin' votes!
Ak-47: Listen carbones.
Ak-47: And this goes for the whole burrito. Kids. Old fucks! Bitches!
Ak-47: Hermanos! Whoever!
Ak-47: Y'all wanna challenge, "Yo Soy"!
Ak-47: The pads are chillin'. 24-7! Twelve lunas a year!
Ak-47: Huh?!
Ak-47: That's what I thought.
Ak-47: Now get backl to digging!
Ak-47: Andole! Andole!
Stanya: Thank you. Thank you!
(Contemplative Middle Eastern music)
Kcdc: Where you is, JTRO?
Kcdc: Where you is?
Jtro: I don't have time for this shit.
Nitro: You got some place to be?
Jtro: The hell did you bring me back here, man?
Nitro: So you do remember this place?
Nitro: Respect.
Nitro: You was very young.
Jtro: Yeah? Wasn't we all.
Nitro: Listen, JTRO.
Nitro: I got a lot of shit to lay on you and not a lot of time to lay it. You dig?
Jtro: Dude. Just spit it out. Okay?
Nitro: Once upon a time.
Nitro: I lived up in The FP.
Nitro: And yo mother.
Nitro: Lived here.
Nitro: All up in the Wastes.
Nitro: She was Ninjawa.
Nitro: And in order to get by and keep a roof over my dumb ass,
Nitro: I had to Beat-Beat in illegal matches.
Nitro: Blood matches, JTRO.
Nitro: Law came my way.
Nitro: They threw my ass in BAKO
Nitro: And tossed away the key.
Jtro: Guess they didn't toss it far enough, huh?
Nitro: Oh she found my ass
Nitro: Jail broke me.
Nitro: We did some love.
Nitro: We threw some pups.
Nitro: But I suppose destiny found y'all.
Nitro: Just like it found our assess.
Nitro: Now none you boys would ever be the warrior daughters
Nitro: Her peeps so proudly sought.
Nitro: We couldn't keep y'all a secret no more.
Nitro: So by their laws 'n shit
Nitro: I had to face the leader of the Ninjawas
Nitro: CHAI-LATTE
Nitro: Yo mother.
Nitro: Law states
Nitro: If I won,
Nitro: I keeps you boys
Nitro: If I dirt napped
Nitro: Well, they'd cast your assess out in the Wastes
Nitro: They'd leave the three of you alls to the Wet Shit
Jtro: What do you mean, "Three of us".
Nitro: There was BTRO
Nitro: Then there was you
Nitro: But there was a third TRO
Nitro: An evil TRO
Nitro: ATRO
Nitro: You know him by his street name now, "AK-47".
Nitro: My old prison number
Nitro: He jacked it from me just like he thinks everything was jacked from him.
Nitro: He's your bio-bro, JTRO.
Jtro: I've had enough brothers.
Jtro: Okay. What happened to mom?
Nitro: She was the greatest Beat-Beater who ever beat.
Nitro: And yet. She let my ass defeat her.
Nitro: She gave her life 'n shit to save three of you alls.
Nitro: The ninjawas was furious.
Nitro: I 187'd their mother.
Nitro: ATRO fell behind...
Nitro: I couldn't save y'all in time.
Nitro: They tossed me away. Again...
Nitro: The Rage...
Nitro: Well, it swallowed ATRO's ass whole out there.
Nitro: Just like it's swallowin' all y'alls.
Jtro: What the hell was I suppposed to do?
Jtro: I've been waitin' a long time for you, dad.
Nitro: Well, I'm here now JTRO.
Jtro: Yeah? And what the hell are we even gonna do, huh?
Jtro: Everything's fucked.
Jtro: The FP's gone.
Jtro: Boots.
Jtro: The boots are gone.
Jtro: It's over.
(Mysterious flute plays)
Nitro: My boots was not the only pair, yo.
Nitro: Nor was they the strongest, JTRO.
(Magical chime)
Nitro: Your mother's was.
(Squealing guitar montage song)
Nitro: What the fuck?
Nitro: What is that shit?
Nitro: Stop tryin' to Beat-Off and fuckin' BEAT-OFF!
Nitro: Jesus.
Nitro: Why'd AK-47 whoop your ass? Huh?
Jtro: Cuz he's younger. He's faster.
Nitro: Nah. That aint the reason.
Nitro: Cuz you don't fear gettin' 187'd. Come on!
Nitro: You gotta test how much your bod can can take. That's all up in the mind 'n shit.
Nitro: That's the invisible barrier that when your spit out as a pup you need to cross
Nitro: Cuz if you can cross that, anything's possible.
Jtro: Anything?
Nitro: Anything!
Nitro: Shit's always gonna be tough, JTRO. You just gotta be tougher than shit!
Jtro: I'm tougher than shit!
Nitro: That's right. You're tougher than shit. Say it, JTRO.
Jtro: I'm tougher than shit.
Jtro: (Screams)
Jtro: You got it. You got it! Move them feet!
Nitro: Your eye tricks you. Sight rolls to the Rage.
Nitro: That's it, JTRO. Let RE-NINJ be your eye.
Nitro: RE-NINJ, JTRO! RE-NINJ!
Jtro: Fuck!
Nitro: Stop tryin' to look with your sight, boy!
Nitro: See it, JTRO. see it. Believe it, JTRO.
Nitro: It's in your mind's eye 'n shit!
Nitro: You feel it?
Jtro: Yeah.
Nitro: You feel that, yo?
Nitro: Use that shit, JTRO. Use it!
Nitro: You're does'n it, JTRO. You're does'n it!
Nitro: Oh shit yeah. Oh shit fuckin' yeah!
Nitro: Say it, JTRO!
Nitro: I'm a real ass, RE-NINJA!
Jtro: I'm a real ass... RE-NINJA...
Nitro: Say it again!
Jtro: I'm a real ass RE-NINJA!
Nitro: You gotta mean it!
Jtro: I'm a REAL ASS RE-NINJA!
Nitro: You got it, JTRO! You got it! That's it!
Jtro: I got it!
Jtro: (Spits)
(Dope montage song)
Nitro: You got it, JTRO! You got it! That's it!
(Spray paint can rattling)
(Spray paint can spraying)
Kcdc: Yo, kick it!
Kcdc: Welcome to the resistance, kid.
(Pissing in dirt)
(Magical chimes)
Kcdc: What?
Kcdc: CHAI-T?!
Kcdc: AWH!!!
Kcdc: You best speak up fast before I bow to the bridge yo dick swappin' ass!
Kcdc: All this shit's your fault!
Chai-T: Last I heard
Chai-T: We both turned our bums backs on JTRO.
Kcdc: Man. Get the fuck back to HQ, kid.
Kcdc: This adult shit.
Kcdc: And what the fuck are you doin' out here with that,
Kcdc: That devil spawn shit!
Chai-T: This is JTRO's joey, dawg.
Kcdc: What the joey?
Chai-T: He laid with me.
Kcdc: Yeah?
Kcdc: Who didn't?!
Chai-T: AK-47's shits dried up.
Chai-T: He's shooting blanks.
Chai-T: I should have a litter of Joeys on speed dial
Chai-T: But all I've got is his limp dick.
Chai-T: He wasn't the chosed one, yo.
Chai-T: I chosed wrong.
Kcdc: Little JTRO?
Chai-T: Fair dinkum.
Kcdc: We a family now?
Chai-T: We aint got time for all this emotional wooly woo, DC.
Chai-T: We've gotta keep things cheap and cheerful.
Chai-T: Scouts say JTRO's coming.
Chai-T: And if we're gonna take back this dung hole
Chai-T: You and me
Chai-T: We're gonna have to work
Chai-T: Together.
(Fantasy music)
Jtro: You really think this is gonna work?
Nitro: ATRO's not expecting the unexpected, JTRO.
Nitro: He's not expecting you.
Jtro: You're sure we're not just a couple of old fucks looking to get rocked, man?
Nitro: Maybe these old fucks are looking to show The FP
Nitro: That we're a couple of TROs
Nitro: That don't fuckin' roll.
(Inspirational Techno Music Rises)
(Thunder claps)
Kcdc: This is the last mo fuckin' stand, ya dig?!
Kcdc: This is the day the prophecy warned our ass about.
Kcdc: Ever since our ma and pas were mini ninjas, yo!
Booze Miner: Tell it to my dick.
Kcdc: We can do this, yo.
(Inspirational music)
Nitro: Been a long time, DC.
Kcdc: Mo suckin' NITRO?!
Nitro: Beliee' Dat.
Kcdc: Thought you was dead, yo.
Jtro: So did I.
Kcdc: Glad you aint.
Jtro: I'm gonna fix this.
Kcdc: Nah, bitch. We gonna fix this!
Nitro: DC, what's the score?
Kcdc: This shit's about to go Skynet, y'all!
Kcdc: We need to inflitrate AK-47's fortress at the mines,
Kcdc: Dethrone his ass, and give the booze back to the people before
Kcdc: We lose this town to all that wet shit in the Wastes, yo!
Jtro: Whoa. Whoa. Whoa. Whoa. TLDR, man. Just...
Jtro: Get to the point, DC.
Kcdc: We got an inside ninjet.
Jtro: Who?
Kcdc: CHAI-T.
Jtro: Are you sure we can trust her?
Kcdc: You trust me, JTRO?
Jtro: To the end, DC.
Kcdc: Then one way or another, the battle for The FP ends tonight, yo!
(Inspirational music)
(Crowd Roars)
Chai-T: (Hisses)
Jtro: What the fuck is she doing?
Kcdc: She's challenging AK-47 as we speak to buy us the time
Kcdc: To infiltrate this shit and end the tyranny, dawg!
Jtro: Nobody else is dying for me. Alright?
Jtro: Not today.
Jtro: Not ever again.
Kcdc: Be careful, Ninj!
Nitro: He's beggining to RE-NINJ.
Nitro: And he must RE-NINJ alone.
(Crowd Roars)
Ak-47: (Screams)
(Laser sound)
Jtro: ATRO!!!!!
Ak-47: Nobody calls me ATRO, vato.
Ak-47: NOBODY!
Jtro: Well, whatever the fuck your name is.
Jtro: I challenge you to a Beat-Off!
Ak-47: Well let me tell you something.
Ak-47: After I greenlight you.
Ak-47: I'm gonna slit every last mother fuckin' cholo
Ak-47: That you ever cared about. One by one.
Ak-47: Clit by clit. Six feet deep!
Jtro: How about you shut the fuck up and dance, bitch!
Crowd: Fuck yeah, JTRO! Whoo!
Ak-47: (Laughs)
(Contemplative Middle Eastern music)
Crowd: (Whispering) Oh shit it's JTRO. Is that JTRO?
(Contemplative Middle Eastern music)
Ak-47: (Laughing)
Ak-47: Whoo!
Ak-47: Say hola to mama, chupacabra.
Ak-47: (Laughs)
Ak-47: Trace...
Ak-47: Dos...
Ak-47: Uno...
H1n1: Beat-Beat!
(Dangerous Techno Music)
(Crowd Roars)
Ak-47: Is that all you got?
Ak-47: (Laughs)
Crowd: Let's go, JTRO! Beat that punk ass bitch!
Crowd: Yeah! 187 that fuckin' scrub!
Ak-47: Look JTRO.
Ak-47: I'm still winning!
Ak-47: (Laughs)
(Electricity zapping)
H1n1: BitchTRO's back to his old tricks. Goin' full bitch, yo!
(Electricity zapping)
Ak-47: Does this feel familiar to you?
(Electricity zapping)
Ak-47: I'm gettin' flashbacks.
Ak-47: (Laughs)
Jtro: (Screams)
Kcdc: What the conehead is that shit?
Jtro: (Screams)
Nitro: He's RE-NINJ'd.
(Lightning strikes)
Jtro: (Screams)
Ak-47: No. No!
Kcdc: Look at dem feet!
Nitro: You got your mother's feet, JTRO!
H1n1: BitchTRO's all pullin' out magic feet, yo! Land of surprises, yo!
Ak-47: No. No! NO!
(Electricity zapping)
Jtro: Tempo, mother fucker! Tempo!
Ak-47: (Screams)
Chai-T: He's goin' down under.
Ak-47: NO!
Jtro: (Slow motion scream)
Ak-47: (Slow motion scream)
Game Machine: 187!
Tequilo: FUCK!!!
Forkliff: (Sad) Forkliff...
Ak-47: (Screams in pain)
H1n1: BitchTRO is back, yo! Drop the links and grabs some drinks, yo!
Kcdc: 187, y'all! 187!
Kcdc: The FP's ours, yo! Again!
Kcdc: Whoo!
Crowd: (Cheers)
Ak-47: (Grunting to life)
Ak-47: You.
Ak-47: I broke you.
Jtro: Sometimes you gotta break somethin' to fix it.
Ak-47: The FP is mine, puto. Mine!
Jtro: Come and get it.
Ak-47: (Screams)
Jtro: Get the fuck outta my town, bitch!
Jtro: Drinks are on me tonight. Huh?
Jtro: Whoo! Yeah!
Jtro: Yeah!
(Panther growl)
Crowd: Shake it off, baby! Shake it off!
Crowd: Oh! Oh!? OH?!!
Crowd: Come on! Get back in there! Come on!
Crowd: Come get come more!
Ak-47: Is that all you got, hermano?
Ak-47: Vamonos! Come on!
Ak-47: Andole!
Jtro: Come on!
Ak-47: Come on, you pussy!
Nitro: Fuck ATRO up!
Nitro: Come on, JTRO!
Ak-47: (Screams)
Crowd: Lookin' good, JTRO.
Ak-47: (Screams)
Btro: Toe up from the mother fuckin' flo up!
Ak-47: (Screams)
Btro: 187 this bitch, bro!
Ak-47: (Screams)
Btro: Wake up and be all the RE-NINJA you can be!
Jtro: I'm gonna 187, this mother fucker!
Jtro: You call that a 187?
Ak-47: Open wide, Cactus Cooler.
Ak-47: (Screams)
Kcdc: Oh shit! JTRO makin' connections, yo!
Kcdc: Bap! Bap! Bap!
Kcdc: Bap! Bap! Bap! Yo!
Kcdc: Oh shit!
Crowd: Yeah! Fuck him up, JTRO! Show him how we do it up in the 248!
Jtro: Come on!
Chai-T: Get him, JTRO. Get him!
Kcdc: Oh shit! Bap! Bap! Bap!
Jtro: Is that all you got?
Nitro: Knock that mother fucker's teeth out!
Jtro: Come on! Get up!
Nitro: Finish him!
Jtro: (Screams)
Ak-47: (Screams)
Jtro: (Screams)
Ak-47: (Screams)
Jtro: (Screams)
Ak-47: (Screams)
Kcdc: Flawless victory, bitch!
Crowd: Uh, I guess.
Ak-47: JTRO...
Ak-47: How?
Ak-47: We're hermanos.
Ak-47: Bio bros.
Jtro: You're not my bro.
Jtro: You're just some fuckin' asshole that looks like me.
Ak-47: (Chokes in pain)
Jtro: Toss this piece of shit in BAKO where he belongs. Huh?
Forkliff: (Defeated) Forkliff...
Kcdc: Ye-UH! I hear Beat-Beat prison is chill this time of year, BITCH!
Ak-47: No. No. No. No! No! NO!
Ak-47: NO!!!! NOOO!!!!
Jtro: Si.
Crowd: (Chanting) JTRO! JTRO! JTRO!
(Laser sound)
Btro: Is it still there?
(Thunder claps)
Btro: Rage, dawg.
Btro: Is it still there?
Jtro: No.
Jtro: No. It's finally gone.
Btro: I knew you'd finally do it, little bro.
Jtro: Thanks, bro.
Btro: Someday. We will roll together again, JTRO. I promise 'n shit.
(Laser sound)
Btro: Until then. You gotta be your own ninj. Aight?
Btro: Be at peace, bro.
Btro: ME and MomTRO will be waitin' for ya.
Btro: She's proud of yo ass.
Btro: We all is.
Chai-T: You FP ninjas have a tough time stayin' on your feet.
Chai-T: Don't ya?
Jtro: Shit's tough in The FP.
Chai-T: G'dayTRO.
Jtro: IS that what I think it is?
Chai-T: It's a Sheila.
Jtro: Is it mine?
Chai-T: It's ours.
Nitro: What can I say?
Nitro: We throw some good pups.
Jtro: Guess you always knew it would end this way. Huh, dad?
Nitro: Didn't have a clue.
Nitro: I'm proud of y'all.
Kcdc: Beliee' dat!
Kcdc: Oh shit! JTRO makin' connections, yo! Bap! Bap! Bap! Yo!
Chai-T: Welcome home.
Nitro: I got a feeling our adventures have only just begun.
(Dope end movie music)
Nitro: We roll together.
Jtro: We live together.
(Laser sound)
(Dope end movie music)
(Fantasy techno music)
Jtro: Rage and RE-NINJ come from the sky, CHAI-TRO.
Jtro: From the gods of the sky 'n shit.
(Eagle scream)
Jtro: But RE-NINJ.
Jtro: RE-NINJ is our god.
Jtro: Ya heard?
(Inspiration techno music rises)
(laser sound)