Recap: In this one-round matchup from Body Bag Battle League, steady up-n-comer Genocide uses a plethora of raucous heaters, bully (“Bitch I want the money, I’m sack-chasing, gat-flaming, hospital gown…I’m back out with the strap hanging!”) bars and fiery (“I’ll have that .45 bustin in her mouth like a sugar daddy!”) punchlines to pull off an upset over Big T, who started off (“Ain’t you from the South, but you got a East coast flow when you actually spit it, so your fake ass took your whole flavor [Flava] from New York, now that’s Deelishis [delicious]!” nice, but lost his momentum and any chance of winning with a couple of slip-ups and what were mostly standard lines in the second half of his round.
Verdict: Genocide (W) 1-0
Favorite line: Genocide – “Your mother bout as dumb as a spoon and I can’t stand her, I told that bitch to suck my dick or she’ll catch cancer, she got scared, the bitch got to sucking I face planted her, gave her all the energy out my balls…I Space Jammed her!”
