Post Malone Syndrome

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 late

Stage 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 late

Stage 3: More tattos, more golden teeth, dreads, collabs with other stage 3 rappers, perhaps even cigarettes, its too late

Stage 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