I peep you've done cooked up a freshly smoked up crew of playas

We not-

It aint nuthin but mo' like we all on tha same sinkin ship

Thatz right, n' I guess you could say I be tha captain of dat ship.

So you tha one up in charge, biatch? Then how tha fuck bout leanin over here n' givin me a kissy?

Sure

So dat was a number one wit tater tots n' a jumbo coke. Can I interest you up in a apple pie todizzle sir?

Da horny-ass method thatz used up in tha Ishvalan region. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. They mainly double-team.

Nope, thatz close yo, but itz called dual cropping.

This is Ground Control! Callin Major Tom.

Oh. Okay.

Woooow. Yo ass can peep tha entire ghettoside todizzle, huh.

Yeah.

How tha fuck bout I push you off dis roof n' break tha arm you just gots back?

Yeah.

God, I be sorry as a muthafucka bout dat bullshit. Yo ass must find dis dull, bein a soldier n' all.

Quite tha contrary, tha Homunculi refer ta dem fucked up enough ta unfortunately unfortunately uno- folded tha Portal of Happinizz or whatever... tha fuck.

Letz just peep how tha fuck dis skits out.

Chimeras huh, biatch? Fuckin dope.

We gettin close.

So you can feel it too huh?

Yo ass mean you can sense his thugged-out lil' presence or something?

Fuck dat shit, I be a man. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. I be phat wit directions.

We've been actin as Miss Winryz bodyguards

Yo Ling, how tha fuck you doin'?

What?

Sari tha stablehand could never git his wild lil' fill of liquor. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. Trust me, I've had ta drank fo' his muthafuckin ass.

Tommyz boyhood trip was ta become a bigged up scholar.

Jeremiah was a funky-ass bullfrog. Was a phat playa of mine. Couldn't KNOW a word da perved-out muthafucka holla'd yo, but I help his ass drank his fuckin lil' dat schmoooooove alcatronic shit.

I know itz a lil late yo, but props on headin tha Armstrong crew.

Flowers suck ass.

Stand back all dem steps.

Then itz time ta part ways.

Huh?

We staying, we can't turn our backs on dis fight now, nahmeean, biatch?

We on a path leadin directly tha fuck into tha ass of tha enemy, our phat asses didn't come all dis way ta stop tha chizzle ta pass mah balls up in tha hallway!

Is you shizzle bout this?

Letz rap a moment yo. How tha fuck is you able ta use yo' alchemy?

Yo crazy-ass grill asplode!

It won't take much time fo' they soldiers ta straight-up regroup n' seize tha building.

Letz peep tha door.

So, yo' ass has entered you huh yo, but will his thugged-out lil' punk-ass be comin back fo' yo slick ass?

Dude won't. Thatz tha end.

Mista Muthafuckin yo. Heinkel, Grab on! We not givin up!

Yo ass brothers is straight-up suttin' else.

I be tryin ta save yo' game, asshole!

Yo ass is still determined ta help another person.

Aaaaah!

Al, is you aiiiight?

Well, I be afraid tha sooty air of Central don't smoke wit mah dirty ass. Farewell ta you, comrades. I be bout ta peep you on tha other side. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Somedizzle we'll find it fo' realz. A rainbow connection. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Da freaks, tha dreamers, n' mah dirty ass.

Captain Buccaneer!

Tell me, you go by Scar, whatz yo' real name?

My fuckin name, biatch? Fuck yo thugged-out ass.

Thatz tha last one.

Hmmm

I don't need a name, call me anything.

Fair enough cause I gots dem finger-lickin' chickens wit tha siz-auce. Now I be goin ta take tha hottest, longest [censored] bath up in tha whole ghetto. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass.

So, I've been thankin bout suttin' lately.

Me like a muthafucka. I be thinkin we should try ta brang momma back.

Letz just peep how tha fuck dis skits out.

Chimeras huh, biatch? Aw shit.

A dog, biatch?

Quit dat shiznit son! Now Gluttony.

A rappin' dog?

Reah, rooby rooby roo!

Within his ass be a Philosopherz Stone powered by nuff thousandz of people. Yo ass could say he rockin itz juice ta claim tha powerz of Dogg fo' his dirty ass. Now will you please put on a gangbangin' fuckin shirt?

But when I considered tha enormitizzle of what tha fuck was at stake n' what tha fuck I could do, I relented, I accepted mah only chizzle. I looted dat shake-weight you peep on TV. Ten minutes a thugged-out day, every last muthafuckin day.

Da namez Greed. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka!

No Greed, I'ma not lick you, nahmean biiiatch?

This is what tha fuck you desperately wanted, aint it?'

Please don't die!

Fuck his ass up!

Fight on!

Wai- What da. Do 'e have 'is arms, biatch? An' his fuckin legs?

Yes yes y'all, sir.

Yo, I forgot. Granny wanted mah crazy ass ta rap she makin stew tonight!

Fuck yeah!