Recap: Almost had him. On his way to an impressive win over the (“I don’t gangbang, just thought I’d remind him nigga, the only Nutty block I know is a condom, nigga!”) fiercely eccentric Bar God that is Danny Myers, Compton’s Geechi Gotti’s barrage of spitfire (“See, I don’t even know why we here, this matchup kinda odd, but I get it, since I killed a Saynt [saint] I gotta talk to God!”) wordplay/gun bars and urban (“Real Compton nigga, my first ‘lik I robbed the corn man!”) street dynamics had him on the way to victory, until he fell victim to a slip-up towards the end as well as some more pedestrian bars that didn’t quite meet the straight heat he was spitting throughout most of his round. Still a fire one-round battle nonetheless that a more consistent and a little more versatile Myers was fortunate enough to edge out.
Verdict: Danny Myers (W) 1-0
Favorite line: Danny Myers – “I’m not playing, the glock spraying until you stop stop standing, they told me to get Gotti and Gotti got got…Goddamhim!”
