Recap: More anecdotal, graphic and spitfire with the heat in addition to flexing more consistently with the (“A shell will spit, I’ll black and push a nigger from the Darkside melon in [melanin]!”) mayhem in the latter two rounds, Rum Nitty ekes out a win over a Brizz Rawsteen, who started out (“I’ll throw a round sideways at a Crip, somebody tell him it’s a frizz bee coming…[Bwoh!] I squeeze until its empty dumping, the guys fall out, trust me, you don’t wanna see Rum on no empty stomach!”) hitting on all cylinders in a turned-up 1st round, before his opponent’s comeuppance and a few too many pedestrian personals/dry spots ended up doing him in.
Verdict: Rum Nitty (W) 2-1
Favorite line: Rum Nitty – “I’ll make it rain, and he ain’t the same after it ring like a maiden name, that’s how I made a name!”
