A terrible disease separated into
4 stages,
one worst than the other
Stage 1: Frequent rap listening, uses quotes from rappers, makes a few shitty songs, in this stage it can still be stopped, but you must act quick before its too
lateStage 2: Tattoos, more album making, playlist consists of only rap albums, and even 1-2 golden teeth, begins calling themselves their new rap
name, its getting too
lateStage 3: More tattos, more golden teeth, dreads, collabs with other stage 3 rappers, perhaps even cigarettes, its too
lateStage 4: the final stage, their entire body looks like a bathroom stall, they have more gold in their mouth than scrooge's whole bank, they have a stupid amount of dreads, they have enough mugshots to fill an entire scrapbook and do more
drugs than the entire population of nyc combined, their songs consist of nothing but nonsensical mumbling and gang signs, the only option
left is extermination.
Bob aka "Guy 9": "ayo wassup ma
homies wunna do a collab tugetha?"
Mike: SHIT HE'S ON STAGE 4 OF THE POST MALONE SYNDROME, JOHN GRAB THE RAILGUN
John: ON IT
