Michael Christmas - Overweight Drake lyrics

This concusion, done struck in from taking this sh** You want the funny raps well f** 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 n***as at the shows, cause you payed Told the bouncer I was bone crusher (bone crusher) Mawf**a! 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 f**ed that girl, he tappin mics at night These them shoe box in dollar wraps, n***a My name is getting bigger, my hair is getting slicker, uh (skit) ***...were not trying to be hurtful here You said we was gonna rap ourselves outt the ghetto You know what im sayin we was gonna eat real food and sh** no more fake noodles and stuff you dont know about fake noodles. guess what, I do (i know dad) that sh** s**s so you better get to rappin n***a, 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 b**h 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 n***as that was fat and black And had the longest moustache since Bauce Sauce's ... had b**hes own the policy on Instagram, ya n***as whack My Chicago n***as see you, probably say ya'll n***as jack Let my momma catch you doing funny sh**, she probably laugh While my dad pulled the gun, he got caught without his bag I test the limits of the sh** 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 f** if no one showed up, I'm getting paid! All the sweat up on my head, bus pa** 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 b**h I came Brian scalabrine paid sh**, that mean I got a ring for sipping pink lemonade, b**h!