Recap: Dishing proverbial (“Y’all see Wolf, I see a coat for the winter!”) wordplay, potent gun bars, nice angles and an epic 3rd round that spoke (“I just think your brain’s fly…LAX, Ice going over everybody’s head…ALS!”) directly to Head Ice’s penchant for nonsensical bars, Big T is able to fend off nice (“I’ll walk up on T like ‘Hey, give the charm up’!, you so fat that you willing to give me the money, but pitch me a fit ‘cuz you gotta put your arms up!”) but standard fat jokes in-between heated (“We don’t eat on china, but we eat off china!”) urban theatrics for a close win in what altogether was undoubtedly a fire battle from KOTD.
Verdict: Big T (W) 2-1
Favorite line: Big T – “What is it about a nigga throwing up on eggs, make him less criminal minded?, is it because he in a jam and the toast ain’t beside it?”
