So you bitches know I love me some Drake. Aubrey Graham (that's his birth name people) has been on my map a la Degrassi for a minute now as that fine young brother that got his ass wrongfully shot but that crazy ass white boy, and this whole "oh shit he sings AND raps" has been driving me nuts. Nuts in a good way, don't get it twisted. But as I was looking for a suitable interview featuring said young man, you know to actually get to know the man behind the music...cause I all know of Drake is;
I began to notice something about our "legend" in the making. Interview after interview the same thought kept running through my head. And I've tried hard to fight it because it goes against everything I've ever believed in but there's no use...
Never mind the 4 foot whathisname munchkin, here at FrankiSayz we don't entertain anything we can't legally fantasize about. Let's look at Drake...So I've been sitting here for the past 20 minutes, which is eons in youtube time, running through interview after interview and have come to the realization that this nigga, this talented and gifted nigga...
Is incredibely unattractive.
He kinda looks like an old homeless man, pudgy with ridiculously clammy hands and funky smelling nether regions and I feel uncomfortable feeling about Drake the way I feel about T-Pains walking hot mess ass.
So dear Young Money.
Get a new stylist.
And take a damn shower.
Love,
Franki xx.
P.S - I don't get it! You were sexy ass shit on Degrassi! You've been tasting that sizzurp haven't you? Ugh. Rebuking commenced.
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