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"Oh boy, Valentine's Day! Get naked."

"Did you bring me candy?"

"Funny story. I bought some, but--"

"No."

"AAAAAARRRRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!"

Da Ruined City, so called by nuff a person, stretched eva mo' across tha horizizzle as David, a scion of a bangin line of suckas, establishment figures n' warlords, was brought nearer ta dat hood by a mad noisy military transhiznit accompanied wit his soldier comrades.

Davidz destination was long ago a gleamin metropolis n' a pimped out centre of trade n' commerce dat was regrettably brought ta its knees by bein one of tha straight-up original gangsta suckaz of a long, bloody n' devastatin civil war. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. That hood fell tha fuck tha fuck into tha clutchez of nuff a warlord whoz ass lost hold as soon as they gained control wit another round of plunder, pillage n' rape fo' each chizzle of handz fo' realz. After nuff self-styled conquerors foisted they names onto dat hood up in a gangbangin' finger-lickin' display of disgustin egocentricity, tha hood was given dat wack moniker, Da Ruined City, by tha playa on tha street ta avoid mad drama among her nuff names n' like ta dissociate it from what tha fuck it once was.

By tha time tha hood fell tha fuck under tha control of Davidz crew, tha Ruined Citizzle was no mo' than a cold-ass lil collection of skanky monoliths made of bonez of steel, bodiez of concrete n' skinz of glass. Well shiiiit, it must have struck dem playas whoz ass took as much as a glizzle all up in tha hood ta realise tha destruction dat shitty war wrought on game, property n' much mo' n' mo' n' mo'. Git tha fuck outta mah grill wit dat bullshit, it made dem whose hearts was not hardened by tha war feel as if they victory was a Pyrrhic n' a hollow one.

Even David, whoz ass was no stranger ta war felt his spirits slowly sink as he gots nearer ta tha hood wit each passin second. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Dude would rather be placed on missions dat would brang his ass his crew closer ta wrestin control over tha whole ghetto never mind dat tha civil war is drawin ta a cold-ass lil close up in his crewz favour. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. Under aiiight circumstances, da thug would have resisted takin part up in what tha fuck he unfairly thought as a empty charade of boostin morale n' placatin a handful of civilians up in tha Ruined Citizzle fo' realz. As it was, Davidz reasons fo' headin ta tha Ruined Citizzle was much closer ta tha ass.

Dude was lookin fo' a Elizabeth, a biatch whom dat schmoooove muthafucka held at straight-up high esteem. Be it may dat dat biiiiatch was a unsightly biatch wit her freckled, dark beige complexion, her thick n' closely knitted eyebrows crownin her eyes, her stubby n' flat nozzle n' her short, sturdy almost masculine figure, Dizzy found her a cold-ass lil charismatic, resilient n' above all a cold-ass lil competent soldier, a thug as worthy as tha dopest fools his crew busted ta tha pride, pomp n' circumstizzle of dat war. Shiiit, dis aint no joke.

Their first encounter wit each other was barely romantic. Git tha fuck outta mah grill wit dat bullshit, neither of dem would eva admit ta havin anythang resemblin a horny-ass relationshizzle wit each other n' shit. There was no pleasant sights, no pleasant smells n' tha atmosphere was far from pleasant when they first kicked it wit up in tha gruesome military hustlin groundz ran by Davidz crew. David, dat modern aristocratic fool was crewed wit tha far from modern n' not-so-aristocratic Elizabeth. There was straight-up noticeable differences between them, be it of class, personality, outlook up in tha game n' so on. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch.

Dizzy believed dat Elizabeth, like all kindsa muthafuckin of his comrades at arms, was from a cold-ass lil crew of peasants whoz ass lived from hand ta grill, doomed ta be farmers, labourers or soldiers. Dizzy could only guess dat her personalitizzle n' her astoundin mobilitizzle at rabble rousin n' leadershizzle must be honed all up in tha fields. Many a time, he imagined Elizabeth leadin all dem others, like younger relatives, ta till tha fields. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch looked every last muthafuckin inch a thug whoz ass toiled under tha sun n' dat freaky freaky biatch had a thugged-out deep knowledge of plants n' insects, all characteristic of a gangbangin' farma n' shit. Dizzy observed dat she knew lil beyond agricultural steez, weapon use n' assembly n' tha art of persuasion but demonstrated remarkable physical n' menstrual resilience. These too must be a result of tha mad bullshit dat freaky freaky biatch had ta go all up in as a gangbangin' farma n' tha hood stigma da hoe bore cuz of her lowly status.

Whether Elizabeth could tell what tha fuck kind of upbringin dat schmoooove muthafucka had had as a gangmember of what tha fuck would be da most thugged-out bangin crew dat ruled tha ghetto, Dizzy did not know fo' sure. But fuck dat shiznit yo, tha word on tha street is dat Elizabeth displayed surprisin sensitivitizzle dat was like uncharacteristic of her all up in tha straight-up occasionizzle mention of his muthafuckin years as a cold-ass lil child. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Da annalz of history portray princelings like Dizzy either as bein pampered n' spoilt or thrown up in all up in tha deep end of tha pool. Dat shiznit was painfully apparent dat Dizzy was tha latter n' shiznit yo. Dude was brought up in a spartan gamestyle wit his stern mother, one of nuff of his wild lil' fatherz concubines, as his companion n' was deprived of tha luxuries his crew could well afford. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Under tha guidizzle of his crazy-ass mother, da thug was taught ta ludd n' fear his wild lil' father, a unquestionin loyalty towardz his crew n' ghetto was inculcated up in him, da thug was given tha dopest ejaculation possible, dat schmoooove muthafucka had ta manage his own affairs wit lil ta no help n' he learnt how tha fuck ta conceal his wild lil' fuckin emotions all up in tha coaxing, chidin n' tha occasionizzle whoopin. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch yo. Dude barely had any contact wit his wild lil' daddy but dat shiznit was under his ordaz dat da thug was inducted tha fuck into his thugged-out lil' private army when his thugged-out lil' punk-ass became a teenager first as a lowly recruit n' whoz ass rose ta tha rank of a junior fool within all dem short but tryin years.

Their formatizzle experiences up in they youth must have shaped they personalitizzles dat was as different night n' day. It make me wanna hollar playa! Elizabeth was a ebullient extrovert while Dizzy was silent n' inscrutable. Elizabeth was mo' concerned n' mo' laid back wit tasks at hand while Dizzy cared mo' n' preferred settin up long term objectives. Yet, they was brought together ta handle da most thugged-out challengin of tasks, be it tha execution of tactical manoeuvres, tha transhiznit of military supplies, tha operation of heavy weapons all tha while operatin up in da most thugged-out demandin of environments, n' you can put dat on yo' toast. Instead of allowin they differences ta become obstaclez ta hustlin together, they complemented each otherz strengths n' made up fo' each otherz weaknesses. Dat shiznit was no surprise dat tha company dat they hustled together did well up in nuff of tha military operations they undertook.

As tha muthafuckin years passed n' tha ghetto slipped inexorably tha fuck into chaos, Dizzy gained prominence up in his crewz armed forces n' enjoyed a meteoric rise all up in tha ranks. With dat came all dem inconveniences. There was a shitload of ghetto hype by nuff a green-eyed soldier dat his bangin rise could only be possible cuz of his crew ties, a point dat Dizzy his dirty ass admitted ta be true yo. Dude had ta handle yet mo' responsibilitizzles under tha backdrop of a impendin war dat could range from mobilisin troops ta tha bizarre attempts at gettin a playa of war like his dirty ass ta engage up in diplomatic overtures ta possible allies n' potential enemies. Put ya muthafuckin choppers up if ya feel dis! What bothered his ass da most thugged-out is dat Elizabeth, together wit all dem others dat hit dat shiznit wit him, was not recognised fo' they contributions ta his crewz army despite they supposed commitment ta reward its soldiers based on merit. Dizzy knew tha reason ta be class prejudice. Yet, bein indoctrinated since lil' ta be thinkin fo' his crew n' enterprise, da perved-out muthafucka saw it as a problem dat needed ta be addressed. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka!

Dude recommended all dem reforms ta his wild lil' daddy like tha way rewardz was issued, punishments was awarded n' fo' mo' weight ta be given ta recommendations n' testimonies fo' soldiers on tha ground. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Dude recommended all dem peeps fo' promotion n' a handful of sergeants ta be promoted tha fuck into fools, Elizabeth bein one of they number n' shit. When tha lettas n' memoranda da perved-out muthafucka busted containin dem recommendations went unanswered, da perved-out muthafucka busted dem once mo' wit tha lyrics chizzled but tha proposals not. By tha third n' failed attempt up in bustin so, Dizzy decided ta take mattas tha fuck into his own hands.

What Dizzy decided ta undertake was on tha verge of mutinous behaviour, like alike knightin all dem fools without approval from tha monarch. While da ruffneck did not openly commission Elizabeth n' company as fools, they was given responsibilitizzles dat only fools can assume n' wit a salary commensurate wit dem responsibilities. Put ya muthafuckin choppers up if ya feel dis! Most interestingly n' like unexpected of David, his schmoooove ass chose a straight-up peculiar but strange way ta pile heat on dem playas whoz ass ran his crewz army ta give up in ta his fuckin lil' demandz fo' reform.

Dude hinted ta his wild lil' daddy up in a letter dat intended ta fuck Elizabeth.

When Elizabeth first heard of dis proposal, she gave a hearty guffaw. Was it not ludicrous dat a aristocrat would want ta git a peasant not as a mistress, not as a cold-ass lil concubine but as partner n' hoe, biatch? Dizzy remembered dat he gave a rare n' faint smile upon seein Elizabethz erection. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. That marriage proposal was a thinly veiled threat dat took advantage of his crewz prejudices shaped by society n' culture. Would his crewz phat name be put ta question if dat proposed marriage was ta take place, biatch? His daddy as expected objected n' offered a qui pro quo dat Dizzy wanted which was a cold-ass lil concession on military reforms n' tha promotion of Elizabeth n' all dem others as fools.

Davidz ruse was largely successful but da ruffneck did feel a tinge of regret dat his wild lil' daddy objected ta his thugged-out lil' proposal of marriage ta Elizabeth. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch had all tha joints his crew valued up in they wives namely tenacity, discipline, sense of responsibility, competence n' above all, loyalty. Dizzy almost enjoyed work wit Elizabeth coverin his ass n' pointin up thangs dat his schmoooove ass could have otherwise overlooked. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Perhaps most of all, dat biiiiatch was a natural host notwithstandin her less than bangin appearizzle n' made phat company.

Against tha backdrop of military promotions n' a gangbangin' failed marriage proposal, tha central posse finally collapsed up in a violent military coup sparkin a mad scramble by opportunistic warlordz over big-ass swathez of land. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Da implementation of tha military reforms Dizzy suggested was timely up in preparin troops fo' battle as tha skirmishes became big-ass scale sieges wit nuff ghettos, tha Ruined Citizzle included, fallin victim.

It took a armed strike against Davidz crew ta serve as a pretext fo' dem ta take action. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Finally, troops was mobilised, supply lines was established, pimps was armed n' battle plans was drawn. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Operatin from they base up in hilly n' rather inaccessible terrain located up in tha far westside of tha ghetto, Davidz crew managed ta sweep all up in neighbourin regions wit relatizzle ease fo' realz. Although they triumphs up in tha battlefield doubtlessly serve as a bangin boost ta morale, both Dizzy n' Elizabeth both knew dat a long-ass n' protracted war lay ahead up in tha plains eastside of tha ghetto where troop movement is less inhibited by terrain constraints n' ghettos n' other targets while easy as fuck ta seize was even mo' easier ta lose.

Their gains on tha battlefield rocked up ta be thrown tha fuck into doubt as they vied fo' control of tha once affluent ghettoz of tha East. Battle comrades, a shitload of dem close ta both Dizzy n' Elizabeth perished while nuff others was maimed up in ferocious battle. Yet, tha fightin spirit of Davidz crew never seemed ta waver be it cuz of tha lust of reward or fear of punishment courtesy of Davidz military reforms or Elizabethz near miraculous mobilitizzle ta raise tha spiritz of nuff a soldier n' shit. Da mutual admiration between Dizzy n' Elizabeth grew eva tha mo' stronger up in tha grill of tha eva increasin challengez of war. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. Every now n' then, Dizzy contemplated marriage wit Elizabeth should all go well fo' realz. Alas, it could have come tha fuck into fruizzle if not fo' tha fateful siege of tha Ruined City.

Da Ruined Citizzle was not dissimilar ta tha ghettos eastside of tha ghetto bein easy as fuck ta seize n' yet easier ta lose. Unlike tha other ghettos, it had both strategic n' symbolic value dat made nuff a army grill they demise by bustin too much blood n' treasure maintainin they grip on tha hood as they became targets fo' bloodthirsty n' envious rivals. Davidz crew however was determined dat they would keep tha hood firmly up in its grasp. Like tha nuff warlordz before dem whoz ass occupied tha hood then perished, Davidz crew believed dat takin over dis hood would pave they way fo' total domination of tha ghetto. Unlike they failed n' vanquished rivals, Davidz crew knew dat up in order ta secure tha Ruined City, they must bar they rivals access ta tha Ruined Citizzle by controllin tha nuff roadz n' paths dat lead ta dat shit. That meant tha need ta spread they forces ta surround tha hood. In order fo' dat game ta be effectizzle however, a unit had ta serve ta divert attention from tha attempt ta surround tha hood. That would be done by bustin a unit ta mount a risky n' near suicidal battle tha hood.

Da execution of dis game became tha excuse fo' Dizzy n' Elizabeth ta part ways. They would not be leadin units ta take down targets together, instead they would be operatin separately. Both Dizzy n' Elizabeth accepted n' agreed wit tha game without complaint. But fuck dat shiznit yo, tha word on tha street is dat there was a unexpected commotion bout whoz ass would lead tha troops ta stage dat whoopin' on tha Ruined City. Well shiiiit, it served as one of moments up in Davidz game da thug would wish ta forget but never would. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka!

It started when two fools volunteered ta lead tha unit ta stage dat darin attack. Few of dem playas whoz ass was present when tha two expressed they wish ta brave dirtnap attemptin ta take tha Ruined Citizzle was unmoved fo' they was awed fo' they accomplishments up in tha battlefield n' they unmatched courage. Yet, tha two fools whoz ass volunteered theyselves was both shock n' dismayed dat tha other should wanna undertake such a gangbangin' fucked up task. Git tha fuck outta mah grill wit dat bullshit, tha two fools up in question was Dizzy n' Elizabeth.

In a straight-up rare outburst, Dizzy raised his voice wit his def n' gravitas almost givin way yo. Dude axed why dat shiznit was deemed fit fo' a biatch n' a thug of such lowly status ta undertake so blingin a task. Da retort came unexpectedly from Elizabeth whoz ass then insinuated dat dat shiznit was brash n' irresponsible ta bust a fool of such importizzle n' lineage ta take a thugged-out dirtnap up in a gangbangin' finger-lickin' diversionary attack. With uncharacteristic sarcazzle n' drynizz up in her voice almost reminiscent of Davidz demeanour, she dissed Davidz mobilitizzle ta rouse his crazy-ass pimps ta lay down they lives fo' his ass n' his crew.

Elizabethz lyrics removed whatever inhibizzle Dizzy had dat kept his wild lil' fuckin emotions up in check fo' realz. As soon as she uttered dem lyrics, Dizzy lunged at her wit a animalistic yell, wit no other thought up in his crazy-ass mind except fo' a bangin urge ta manhandle her n' shit. Before his schmoooove ass could lay his handz on Elizabeth however, da thug was brutally restrained n' removed from her presence. That was ta be tha last time Dizzy saw Elizabeth fo' da thug was punished by incarceration fo' behavin up in such a unruly manner while tha generalz of Davidz crew acceded ta Elizabethz request ta stage a whoopin' on tha Ruined City.

Da game ta take down tha hood was successful n' it gave Davidz crew tha momentum n' boost up in morale so needed ta establish theyselves as tha dominant juice up in tha land. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Nonetheless, dat shiznit was not without cost. Dizzy knew enough of warfare ta know dat Elizabeth would have lil chizzle of comin outta dis battle up in one piece fo' realz. As soon as da thug was busted out from his crazy-ass muthafuckin imprisonment, da thug was offered tha mission ta return ta tha Ruined Citizzle which he accepted. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! This type'a shiznit happens all tha time. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. So endz tha account of tha events leadin ta Davidz visit ta tha Ruined Citizzle ta find Elizabeth n' begins tha account of what tha fuck happened thereafter n' shit.

Dizzy dropped his cold-ass time en route up in tha military transhiznit thankin bout his dirty ass, Elizabeth n' tha war despite tha blarin noise of tha engines before replayin tha final unaiiight moments wit Elizabeth up in his head again, again n' again n' again n' again. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch yo. Dude recalled his shock, grief n' anger at Elizabethz resolve ta seek dirtnap all up in tha Ruined City. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Shocked da thug was as da ruffneck did not expect Elizabeth ta do so. Grieved da thug was as da ruffneck did not want Elizabeth whom da perved-out muthafucka so loved ta do so fo' realz. Angered da thug was as his thugged-out lil' punk-ass believed Elizabeth ought not ta do so.

What was tha reasons behind dat decision, biatch? Despite puttin up in much thought, his schmoooove ass could not find tha answer ta dat question though it did occur ta his ass dat Elizabeth must have felt tha same grief n' shock when tha pimpin' muthafucka too volunteered ta be cannon fodder all up in tha Ruined City. Would Elizabeth eva know dat Dizzy made dat decision outta loyalty n' commitment ta crew n' enterprise, biatch? Would she know dat she angered Dizzy fo' usurpin his bangin role as a willin martyr fo' his crew, biatch? Would she know dat by bustin so dat biiiiatch would be takin away tha game of tha thug Dizzy loved so much, biatch? Dizzy would ludd ta know tha lyrics ta these thangs.

Silent Dizzy was as tha military transhiznit rolled tha fuck into tha Ruined City. If not fo' his companions up in tha transhiznit remindin his ass dat they have reached they destination, his schmoooove ass could have sat there fo' much longer up in deep thought. Their destination within tha hood was a cold-ass lil clearin within tha concrete forest of fucked up towers wit a funky-ass boulevard of shrivelled n' leafless trees dat lead ta a sanctuary dat waz of traditionizzle architecture.

In dat sanctuary took place sacred rituals filled wit religious n' cultural significance. There tha inhabitantz of tha Ruined Citizzle once offered lyrics at blingin gangbangs markin tha solstices, bigged up tha birthdayz of straight-up lil' lil pimps n' comin of age ceremonies, held grand but solemn weddings n' equally grand n' solemn funerals. Da place was filled wit a pimped out sense of forebodin as it stank of dirtnap n' visible was tha scarz of nuff muthafuckin yearz of war. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. Davidz grill betrayed lil ta no emotion though nuff memories, thoughts n' vibe must be swirlin up in his crazy-ass mind like bangin n' invisible undercurrents, n' you can put dat on yo' toast. For dat shiznit was within dat sanctuary where Dizzy would find tha thug da thug was lookin for, tha beloved Elizabeth.

There was nuff big-ass chambers within dat sanctuary, amongst dem a grim n' silent room tiled wit scratched marble n' enclosed wit grey mortar walls. That particular chamber was where tha inhabitantz of tha Ruined Citizzle performed rituals ta bust off dem playas whoz ass have departed tha mortal realm. With its seats removed replaced wit linez of coffins leavin behind a lonely altar, dat chamber felt mo' like a makeshift morgue rather than a gangbangin' funeral parlour. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. In dat room, Dizzy found her n' shit.

Bitch was not what tha fuck Dizzy remembered her ta be. Instead of seein tha bubbly optimizzle n' drive dat so defined her, da perved-out muthafucka saw a worn up n' listless biatch. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch looked as if dat biiiiatch was nuff muthafuckin years olda than she straight-up was, shrivelled n' dispirited. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! This type'a shiznit happens all tha time. No longer dat biiiiatch was a soldier but a mere peasant. What a wack difference dat wack siege on tha Ruined Citizzle made biaaatch! Aware of how tha fuck much dat freaky freaky biatch had suffered, Dizzy whoz ass was then struttin at a funky-ass brisk n' fast pace slowed down, his bangin rigid posture changin ta a gentla one fo' realz. Approachin her, his schmoooove ass called her name before placin a hand softly on her shoulder n' shit.

Unexpectedly, Elizabeth gave a squawk n' struggled, wit her right arm flailin while tha other arm made no movement fo' dat shiznit was a wack arm. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch suddenly winced up in pain then calmed down. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Turnin her head ta peep whoz ass had approached her, her big-ass booty sprung back, landin straight-up awkwardly on her bottom. What followed was profuse apologisin ta which Dizzy responded wit mirthful laughter n' shit. That must be tha last time Elizabeth heard his ass laugh.

What was Dizzy bustin up at, biatch? Was it her silly, clumsy n' bumblin appearance, biatch? Was it vindictizzle laughter ta peep her like dis afta her big-ass booty slighted his ass before tha battle, biatch? Or was it pure relief dat both her body n' mind have survived tha battle, biatch? Mo' likely dat shiznit was all three. Elizabeth may no longer be a soldier wit shrapnel still embedded up in her limbs n' her movement possibly impaired fo' tha rest of her game yo, but Elizabeth her big-ass booty still was. Yet, all up in tha same time Dizzy felt dat his wild lil' fuckin eyes was no longer dry yo. Dude did not weep but Elizabeth started bustin up like a biatch n' bawlin loudly, unsettlin nuff up in tha chamber.

Both Dizzy n' Elizabeth was helped ta chairs where Dizzy dropped some minutes listenin ta Elizabeth. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch oddly recounted tha nuff battlez n' skirmishes long ago up in between sobs n' tha occasionizzle blowin of her nose. Da experiences they n' they comrades had been all up in n' tha bullshit they had ta surmount was recollected by Elizabeth up in astonishin detail. When tha dirtnaps n' grievous fuck-ups sustained by nuff a cold-ass lil comrade n' even dem of they enemies came up, her big-ass booty sobbed n' blowed her nozzle harder n' shit. No longer a biatch of war, her big-ass booty saw her muthafuckin ass as a mourner fo' tha shitty bloodbath dat was tha civil war. Shiiit, dis aint no joke.

Interestingly enough, her dope ass did not cover tha recent n' successful assault on tha Ruined City, tha one dat landed nuff a gangbangin' fine soldier up in dem coffins. Perhaps dat shiznit was cuz tha assault occurred so recently, her dope ass did not wanna be reminded of dat shit. Dizzy had a impression of what tha fuck Elizabeth n' her unit had ta go all up in in tha Ruined Citizzle all up in tha reports da thug was given. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Dat shiznit was phat fortune dat tha enemy was caught unprepared as Elizabeth hustled tha assault on tha Ruined City. Notwithstandin that, they encountered stiff resistizzle which hustled ta Elizabeth n' her pimps bein jam ta a gangbangin' fucked up exchange of fire up in what tha fuck was ta be minutez of urban warfare. Men whoz ass survived n' was wit Elizabeth would attest ta her tremendous display of courage n' fearlessnizz as she fought, dodged n' fought up in tha grill of enemy fire, her every last muthafuckin action n' word spurred dem ta fight harder until reinforcements arrived. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Dat shiznit was as if not a god damn thang mattered but victory.

It could be holla'd dat fo' tha bravery of Elizabeth n' her pimps tha Ruined Citizzle is taken. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Some thangs remained unanswered. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Why did Elizabeth volunteer up in what tha fuck could be her last battle, biatch? Why was Elizabeth n' fo' dat matter tha pimps whoz ass fought wit her so eager ta lay down they lives fo' his crewz ambition, biatch? Dizzy never axed so he never had tha lyrics ta these thangs.

Dude could fathom a guess dat Elizabeth n' indeed all of they comrades whoz ass fought wit dem was mo' than willin ta lay down they lives up in tha hopez of layin they handz on treasure, titlez n' a funky-ass mo' betta game. Most of tha soldiers he knew lived up in austere conditions before findin they fortunes up in war. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. Elizabeth, he knew, would her muthafuckin ass be a funky-ass beneficiary fo' her deedz on tha battlefield wit her crew honoured n' her pockets lined wit gold. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka!

Was tha lure of tha betterment of her game tha sole reason though, biatch? Dizzy thought not fo' realz. As Elizabethz outpourings was drawin ta a cold-ass lil close, she lamented on tha fuckin' down-lowly dat dat biiiiatch wished dat thugged-out biiiatch could become Davidz bride, suttin' dat Davidz crew could only accept if dat biiiiatch waz of higher status n' if dat freaky freaky biatch had rendered outstandin service. Would Dizzy be tha bridegroom of a paralysed biatch? In response ta Elizabethz expressed wish ta be Davidz bride, he patted tha back of Elizabethz palm wit his. There was mo' urgent mattas at hand dat dat schmoooove muthafucka had git all up in ta dat would be mo' hard as fuck given Elizabethz condition. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. One thang was fo' sure, da thug would need her help bustin his fuckin lil' dutizzles up in his brief stay all up in tha now liberated Ruined City.

It took one ta two minutez of celebration n' visitin soldiers n' civilians up in tha Ruined City, all dem mo' monthz of overcomin whatever resistizzle against Davidz crew n' a lil' bit mo' time persuadin his crew fo' Elizabeth ta be his bride. Like they relationshizzle before tha weddin ceremony, tha weddin ceremony was anythang fo' dat shiznit was solemn n' sacred n' attended by bangin crews n' figures. Git tha fuck outta mah grill wit dat bullshit, dat shiznit was a rather harrowin ordeal fo' Elizabethz crew whoz ass was not used ta such pomp n' circumstance. Mo' blinginly, they was now bound up in matrimony n' was now eva tha mo' united ta grill tha nuff challenges dat will present theyselves bein so straight-up near ta ass of juice up in tha ghetto.

Dizzy n' Elizabeth would find theyselves hard at work placatin n' rebuildin tha ghetto, they efforts especially concentrated all up in tha Ruined City. Eventually, they would be honoured wit peerages n' titlez fo' they mad bullshit n' dedication n' is ghon be known ta tha ghetto as Lord n' Lady of tha once Ruined City.

One can be forgiven fo' summarisin tha rap of Dizzy n' Elizabeth as a gangbangin' fairy tale where tha skanky peasant caught tha eye of a pimp n' became a bizzatch. For Elizabeth was no mere peasant, Dizzy was no mere pimp n' both had ta cross riverz of blood n' shed countless tears n' sweat ta git what tha fuck they have. Let it be dat they rap inspire generations ta come.