Recap: In a battle that was supposed to take place a couple of years ago, while neither Ill Will or Arsonal really brought their A-game, they still put on a spirited show and kept it close throughout. Granted, one can forgive Will for too many times attempting to simulate his opponent (and that was George Foreman, not Frazier that Ali fought in Africa), Ars while aggressive, (“It’s 2016, all Pontiac’s are hooptie’s now!”) solid and (“You talk for no reason, like putting tattoos on a bitch, black nigga!”) comical at times, just dished too many predictable/pedestrian bars to match Will’s intense (“Wars, that’s what we be ’bout, talk the trap, you lose your teeth…that’s Jeezy mouth!”; “I burned new jersey’s quicker than Cleveland when Lebron left!”; “How ironic, I had something in the arsenal for Calicoe, but now I got something in the calico for Arsonal!”) shiners in rounds 1 and 2. And that was essentially the difference here as Arsonal avoided a 30 in round 3 by getting more (“Your bitch had a long ass day, look how her booty hang!”) personal in what was other wise a matchup that failed to meet its potential.
Verdict: Ill Will (W) 2-1
Favorite line: Ill Will – “Your daughter look like a 54-year-old dad, nigga, when she was born she look like a scruffy little, funky shit…I bet one of your auntie’s nicknamed her ‘lil ugly bitch!”
