Challenged to a Rap Battle

Our house has always been one of the hangout houses for our boys and their friends. Our middle son, Nash, is 100% the “middle child.” He’s loud, full of energy, and has a huge presence when he walks in a room. Through his high school years, he had a friend group we called the “goonies.” Over the 4 years of high school we had countless sleepovers, dinners, pool parties, you name it with these boys. I loved getting to know them and they always spilled the beans on everything going on in their lives.

Over the years, they obviously got more and more comfortable with myself and Joel. You couldn’t put it past one of them to walk into our room at midnight while we were laying in bed to ask a question. Well, one night these boys were over and they were fired up. One thing with these boys is that they were obsessed with rap battles. Listen, I heard these rap battles. I have been trapped in a car with them while they rap battled. They were TERRIBLE. Awful. But I always giggled and listened and I gave them zero rules. They could rap battle and say anything they wanted.

This one specific summer night though, they had been by the pool and the rap battle topic of the night … “your mama.” They were loud, obnoxious and not even making sense. They came inside and immediately was looking for Joel to battle. Joel told them, “boys we aren’t doing this, you don’t want to cross the line and say something you’re going to regret.” They kept pushing and Joel finally said, “get the fuck out of my room boys we aren’t doing this.” Once again, they all leave our bedroom.

The funny thing about these boys was there was always one that had to have the last word. So, one of the goonie boys comes back in … “Mr. Hall … you said something about crossing the line … exactly where is that line?”

And that my friends is what it’s like living in the Hall House frat.