Recap: In what you’d think would be a entertaining barfest, D.O.T. versus Uno Lavos is less engaging when interrupted by attention whores in the crowd. Yet isn’t helped either by Uno’s lack of verbal (“I was about to stab you then punch you, now that’s how you cross your T’s and DOT your I’s!”/”I’ll knock you the fuck out over a ceiling fan”?!?) consistency, much less oft-lame attempts at mimicking D.O.T.’s style. Still, while D.O.T.’s veritable army of braggadocio bars and witty gun bars aren’t always impressive, overall, they’re still (“This barrel hot like corduroys on the 4th of July!”) efficient enough to take rounds 1 plus 3 and walk out with a win here.
Verdict: D.O.T. (W) 2-1
Favorite line: D.O.T. – “Neck shot, will fuck up his posture, I twist scalps like rasta’s, I’ll send a Mexican shooter, she’ll come to ya casa, take out the familia…para nada!”
