Max Outt Graffiti Wars-Compilation Transcript
Max Outt: Not far from my flawless backyard beach in Malibu you’ll find the lawless, crime-ridden underbelly of Venice Beach where life is cheap and steroids, insulin, GH, synthol, and bodybuilding gangs run rampant. The latest rise in gang related property defacement boils down to two names, Ronnie Coleman and Dorian Yates. Dorian Yates, Mr.Olympia 1992-1997. Ronnie Coleman, Mr.Olympia 1998-2005. In these mean streets there’s no middle ground. You’re either a Coleman or a Yates or you’re lying belly up in a gutter. The Ronnie Coleman vs Dorian Yates debate has descended to it’s most base level. Graffiti. Make no mistake, the war is on.
911 Operator: 911. How may I assist you?
Max Outt: Max Outt, here, on patrol. Corner of Cutler and Heath. Before I take a code 8: number 2, I want to report a 10:99. Wait a second. Never mind, I’ve got fresh business.
Max Outt: Listen up, punks. Coleman, Yates, what the hell’d they ever do for you? Where’s your self esteem? Besides you’ve got Max Outt right here. This may come as a surprise but I’m from the streets and I’m down with tagging but you guys are doing it all wrong. I want you to go over that crap with something meaningful, something inspirational, or I will slap you like the girls in Max Outt Episode 16 slapped me. Now, bomb that sucker with a tag that matters.
Max Outt: All right, let’s see what you got.
Max Outt: Now that’s what I’m talking about. It’s Johnny law. Scatter hombres. Live free or die, Max Outt!