[Intro]
Gridline Rap Battles
Blackbeard
Vs
Santa Claaaaaaaaaaaus
Begin!
[Verse 1 - Santa Claus (Mancha)]
Some fruit for your crew, some crackers for Polly
Leave hooks for the good, diss tracks for the naughty
Take a seat on my lap, and let's get down to business
Tell me, little Eddie, what would you like for Christmas?
[Verse 2 - Blackbeard (Mr. Tibbs)]
The Saint, he be missin' what I want for Christmas
I want to be like you
Cop treasure aplenty, rob corporate plenty
Booty for you and yer crew
Can you spare a few doubloons from pockets deeper than the big blue?
Now, that ye wouldn't do, Nick; it's ye I see through
'Causе your ho-ho-hokie shit is so below me
Davy Jonеs be drownin', he be chokin' on the sickly sweet baloney
Ye be feeding to the children like you're more than just a fable
Christian pricks pitting their kids like several Cain and fucking Abels
Over gifts they get in scores 'cause they did a couple chores
But they all tend to ignore the creep peepin' through their door
As you rummage through their drawers; hoggin', downin' all the noggin
Step away from the stocking, Nick, it's time for a floggin'
Gridline Rap Battles
Blackbeard
Vs
Santa Claaaaaaaaaaaus
Begin!
[Verse 1 - Santa Claus (Mancha)]
Some fruit for your crew, some crackers for Polly
Leave hooks for the good, diss tracks for the naughty
Take a seat on my lap, and let's get down to business
Tell me, little Eddie, what would you like for Christmas?
[Verse 2 - Blackbeard (Mr. Tibbs)]
The Saint, he be missin' what I want for Christmas
I want to be like you
Cop treasure aplenty, rob corporate plenty
Booty for you and yer crew
Can you spare a few doubloons from pockets deeper than the big blue?
Now, that ye wouldn't do, Nick; it's ye I see through
'Causе your ho-ho-hokie shit is so below me
Davy Jonеs be drownin', he be chokin' on the sickly sweet baloney
Ye be feeding to the children like you're more than just a fable
Christian pricks pitting their kids like several Cain and fucking Abels
Over gifts they get in scores 'cause they did a couple chores
But they all tend to ignore the creep peepin' through their door
As you rummage through their drawers; hoggin', downin' all the noggin
Step away from the stocking, Nick, it's time for a floggin'
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