Beatbox Battle

Troy Kreighauser:
I have no snare
I have no snare in my headphones
Can you- hey can you turn it up just a smidge?
Oh yeah there you go
Uh
D kreezy in the heezy
Christmas means the world to me
My family
They’re broken, see
Didn’t have a lot
But my mama gave the world to me
Dad was gone 3 to 5
Correctional facility
Made a wish on Santa’s lap
And wouldn’t throw away the key
Damn man
I need a pick me up
Hit the ground runnin and and I’m never looking back
Jacob Williams:
Oh my god quit crying, Troy, you’re ruining my flow
Christmas is bout presents
Here’s a Yule log you can blow
It’s about eggin
And peggin
We ain’t even got no trees!
I hope santa stuffs my stockings
If you know what I mean
Troy:
Alright son, you made your point
But I can’t see realistically
Why you make the season bout
Everything bisexually
Bisexually
(Bi bi bi bisexually)
It’s bout givin, not gettin
And a lot of smilin faces
I don’t think you get it man
Your POV’s abrasive!
Jacob:
Troy you really make me sick
Jingle bells and reindeer sleighs
You probably want a santa hug or more cliches for people’s sake
Troy:
But Jacob, you’re not even well off!
Jacob:
Aw that’s it I’ve had it
I’m tired of playing nice
I’m gonna grab my spray paint and go tag Jesus Christ
Nativity scene
You bet I’m gonna smash it
If I get on Santa’s sleigh
You know I’m gonna crash it
Troy:
Aw hell nah, Jacob put your hands up in the air
Jacob:
I’ll make em into Fish Dog, you ain’t got a prayer
Troy:
Come here
Darn Jacob, come here
Hey, you don’t get grabby
Don’t bite me
Jacob
I’m gonna take you
One, two
Silent, you have the right to remain it
Attorney, no money
A free one you’ll retain it
Anything you say I’m gonna hold against you
Son stop running
Gosh damn it
I’m trying to arrest you!