Recap: ‘That shit was barbaric!’ Granted, (“It ain’t your turn yet, but you need to wait, like a skinny body, boy I’m shooting Nebraska initials…that’s N E body!”) Chef Trez and (“Nigga, you extra tender, I’ll knock two years out your ass, you won’t wake up till next next November!”; “You throw a lot of punches, but still ain’t doing shit with ’em nigga, you Dragon Fly Jones!”) Craig Lamar can certainly claim a barfest of a battle in this fiery matchup on the Spit Dat Heat stage. But at the end of the day it’s Trez’s more intricate wordplay, flagrant (“I’ll shoot ya mom’s and her son, I’m a pipe gripper, U F [F’d] C I told you I was trung ti fight Silva!”) gun bars, freestyle pedigree and consistent heat that altogether prove to be more advantageous than his opponent, edging him all three rounds and a well-earned win.
Verdict: Chef Trez (W) 3-0
Favorite line: Chef Trez – “…or none of them gun bars, and I’m a get mad if y’all really believe it, I’ll blow your brain threw your grill when I squeeze it, you’ll be spilling ya insides threw ya mouth like revealing a secret!”
