Michael Cera - Michael Christmas

I think I’m Michael Cera, I might be Jonah Hill

I might be awkward still, I might be out to kill

I might be at the arty, tryna score with a whore named Becca only had 2 shots

and I’m throwing up liquor

George Michael Jr. she gone let me smash, maybe.

After she see the video for

Daily

After she see the money I ain’t making.

After she see the way I make my bacon

Smooth nigga rapping?

That’s not me, I could lose my car keys faster than Nando

moving pianos

Ugh, y’all could still get duffed like Mclovin.

I’m hard cousin y’all some egg

Mcmuffins

Something, something, nigga I ain’t bluffing, always money in the business that

banana stand budget

Did you get that, you didn’t?

Well then you, didn’t listen

I think I’m Michael Ceraaaaaaaaa

Verse 2, coming with that OE brew, or a miller with my niggaaa, Buster got the

juice

Gan Gan got enough L to serve the troops, she turn up more than me.

We turn up more than you

They say I’m off that candy for your nose, but what do you suppose,

losing all my major roles

It’s like if Michael Christmas one day wasn’t booked for shows.

Imagine Suplex

Steve not jumping off the fucking ropes

Head bussin' like Bone Crusher, you bone suckers

Could never stop me, just steal thhe stream and watch me

And as I practice using all this force in my garage, having dreams bout

throwing Maeby mixed with Ann in a menage

4 bars hotter than songs by Doin-The-Most Jones, rolling stoned,

getting messages like I got 4 phones

Hair grown I’m a man homes.

Tryna bone bad bitches then I’m gone,

I think I’m Michael Cera

(*Beautiful singing*)

… I think I’m Michael Cera (2x)

Nigga I’m

Superbad, sup-superbad aye.

(6x)