9 AM in Albany (A Parody/Freestyle of “9 AM in Dallas” by Drake)

These are my St. Nicholas carols, me and Santa are on the sleigh fighting the cold. They look like good children, but trust me, they’re naughty as coal. (Yeah) Discussing of plants and how they like to grow, Robots with the same level of speech; monotone. Feel how the wind vehemently blows, tornado, put on a sweater when the air is cold. I’m at the dentist getting teeth pulled, no tooth fillings. Cavities are what I had and it’s highly inefficient. These other doctors getting’ at it, not what they’re skilled in. I hope you return what you stole, no need for forgiveness. Take a look at the statistics, there’s a very strong difference. If you can’t see it, then you’re blind; the theory is transparent. People are asking me how music is going, I heard it was delayed. I just made one song in March, but performed it in May. Man, I guess it causes what the message was. Sometimes I feel like I be making my parodies just because… Well, it’s not easy but I’m just out here writing stuff, Till the ink of my pen just decides to pull the plug. Yeah, you know I’m shopping at the main clearance. Totalitarianism got everyone obeying strict adherence. I ask kindly, if you would put more cheese on my pizza. But you refuse, and now I’m hungrier than a human eater. My actions are vigilante, so there’s never a misdemeanor, And hitch a jeep, when we go hunting for some mysterious creature. Who is right? Tell me who it is. I’mma make sure that that person is the next one on my left! Drink Pepsi or Sprite, consume whatever you insist. This one is for all the people to encompass, imperialists! Without a thought of how to govern, oh man, what to do next? And I love to see you bail; that decision is fully equipped—I must compare. (AHH!!) Old people just get your meds up, And leave that doctor and that hospital that had forced your soul to give up. Why do you feel like trash? No, recycle for the better. No one told you you’re cheesy lines are made out of mozzarella or cheddar. Buried within a coffin, now I can’t get any deader. So you better pay the fine, before I send you the billing letter. (Yeah) I try to tell them, don’t love me because you want stuff. Cuttin’ grass, those are my grains from the first shrubs. Man, I’m just hoping that you understood. Triangular trade; raw materials for finished goods. And have wealth carried through like a kangaroo in its pouch. Now we’re just gettin’ cash in a aggrandizing amounts. Blended for the first time, everything is mixed. What if I don’t find all the fruits that they enlist? Considering the fact that I’m on a vitamin deficit, To be or Not to Be isn’t easy, when you’re oranges have too much pith. But if I really consume it, don’t expect to get a sip, Because this truly is a coin that I don’t expect for y’all to flip. I’m nervous, so I’mma spill it because I’m stretched back when the car seat is leanin’. I’m above the U.S., but not in Canada or Greenland. I’ll be below it when the stock market crashes, Before the whip lashes, hoping that someone ever lasts it. People saying “old me”, they’re starting to miss it, But I think I need to introduce something a little different. Man is this what y’all want!?? And my best Dr. Hodge impression, Welcome back, school is in session. Homework gets all of my hate and aggression. I’m definitely the heir to the throne; Act of Succession. I’m allergic to that type of salad dressing, But salad I never eat—bon appétit!