Beatboxing Billy

[Intro] That hip-hop, click-clack, boom-bap hymn, City breathes ptch-ptch, alleys go vim. If you hear a pt-choo pt-tsk in the night so chilly, Don’t run. Just nod. You just met Billy. [Verse 1] Puh-puh-tuh! Tss-kah! he starts with a step, Tongue hits drum while his heartbeat reps. Boots on beat, go thunk-thunk chk, Snare from his teeth and a boom-boom thump. He’s a one-boy band with a vinyl spine, Each breath builds bars in a tap-tight line. Mouth kicks bass, nose hums the highs, Brrr-tuh-ka! as he moonwalks by. [Verse 2] Ding-dong! Bong! goes the bell at the gate, Billy just smirks, breathes rhythm, and waits. Mimics the ring with a ding-da-ding-tch, Fades through walls with a skrrr-tah-pshh. He don’t pick locks, nah, he beatbox picks, Tongue twists tumblers with tick-tick ticks. Vault door sways on a whistle note hum, “Tuh-tuh! Too slow!” and he’s already gone. [Verse 3] Click-clack! Clack-click! heels in pursuit, Billy taps back with a mouth-made flute. Chk-tah! Prrap! His lips go wild, Bounces off beams in a glitch-step style. He fires off bursts like a hi-hat war, Ptah-ptuh-ptah! on the marbled floor. Crates in hand, he don’t even pant, Just tss-tss-BRRAH! like a rebel chant. [Verse 4] He zig-zags left, ptchoo! now right, Echo-chasin’ shadows through beats at night. Footsteps fake like a tick-tick trap, His echo spits back with a ptah-snap-slap! Up the pipe, skrrah! off the rail, Down a slide with a sonic tail. The cops yell "Freeze!" but he's long gone, All they catch is a puh-kuh-puh song. [Verse 5] Swish-swash waves and the boat rocks slow, Billy blows kicks in the undertow. Each paddle slap gets a ts-ts boom, As he glides through fog like a ghost in tune. Seagulls squawk in four-bar breaks, He loops their cry with a tuh-ka! shake. The sea responds in a bubbly pop, Even Poseidon says, “Yo, that drop!” [Verse 6] Boom-bap BRRAH! in the hidden den, Billy unloads beats from his lungs again. He drops old loops with a chk-tuh-pah, Then doubles it up with a chest-thump HAH. The city shivers, the towers sway, As mouths start kickin' in alleyway gray. They mimic his rhythm with clicks and flares, Now the streets spit snares from the open air. [Outro] Now kids pt-choo in the mirror alone, Crafting whole tracks from a rib and a tone. And late at night, when the wind goes tss, If you hear brrah-ka! you ain’t gonna miss... Just nod once slow when your breath feels silly, It’s not a ghost. It’s Beatboxing Billy.