Recap: The always competitive, gun-ready (“Sound like I started up a jackhammer when that gauge clappin, one shot leave ya with your head spinning or ya face planted, I let clips flare, so when miles get to popping that B-boy, it ain’t break-dancing!”) Rum Nitty runs into the unique and witty styling’s of (“When squeezing llama’s, bullets eat you like 3 piranha’s, .38 snub, gee I promise, the nose short like Pinocchio being honest!”; “I’m the type to get drunk, start fights at Hooter’s, I will fight every nigger here…like Riley Cooper!”) Young B (RIP) for a punch-terrific and at times hilarious matchup that’s only differentiated point-wise by Young B’s elongated rounds 2 and 3, leaving a just as hype, but more condensed Nitty with the ability to edge each of the latter two rounds for the win.
Verdict: Rum Nitty (W) 2-1
Favorite line: Rum Nitty – “Don’t gas him up, you’ll get the chokehold for sleep, and that’s just for acting up, you a bitch, a homo, a geek, I’ll let it click and drop a whole row of sweet nigger’s like Candy Crush!”
