Overweight Drake - Michael Christmas

This concusion, done struck in from taking this shit

You want the funny raps well fuck it start raking them in

At Penn station with the funky it’s the homeless old man

Waitin on the bus to Boston, I can’t wait for my bed

Mike Christmas is the type to eat a pizza after two days

Get drunk and tell bad jokes, look, it’s too great!

Cheese smile every time my mom buy Kool Aid

Laughing at you niggas at the shows, cause you payed

Told the bouncer I was bone crusher (bone crusher)

Mawfucka!

I’m on my worst behavior at the shows

Nothing was the same reference, ah, yeah, check, uh, what

Mike Christmas is the type to claim he christ on mics

Sorta type to claim he fucked that girl, he tappin mics at night

These them shoe box in dollar wraps, nigga

My name is getting bigger, my hair is getting slicker, uh

(skit)

You said we was gonna rap ourselves outt the ghetto

You know what im sayin we was gonna eat real food and shit no more fake noodles

and stuff you dont know about fake noodles.

guess what, I do (i know dad) that

shit sucks so you better get to rappin nigga, get the rappin good (alright)

cause if it dont happen in like three weeks you’re getting a job at Best Buy

cause I need a t.

v

Alright dad!

Twenty minute set for like twenty bills and seven raw cigarettes

.to conolingus a pretty bitch

Stop it!

Best rapper since Andy Milonakis

Bees on my head, and the hand full of profit

Oscar the Grouch and Winnie the Pooh all mix

Cheese eggs for dinner, for desert I’m eatin ramen

Imagine fat raps with niggas that was fat and black

And had the longest moustache since Bauce Sauce’s … had

Bitches own the policy on Instagram, ya niggas whack

My Chicago niggas see you, probably say ya’ll niggas jack

Let my momma catch you doing funny shit, she probably laugh

While my dad pulled the gun, he got caught without his bag

I test the limits of the shit that I can say

Before the PSA like Christmas, you can call your friends them names

Next time they offer me, lil show, I’m finna say

For ten minutes I’mma do some stand up

Clear the stage!

And I don’t give a fuck if no one showed up, I’m getting paid!

All the sweat up on my head, bus pass expired today

You can thank me now or thank me later

What I’m trying to say is I’m the overweight Drake in every single kinda way

Modern day Larry Johnson

I wear them cons to the game

Play the bench, sip Gatorade

And break a sweat, but bitch I came

Brian scalabrine paid

Shit, that mean I got a ring for sipping pink lemonade, bitch!