Corey Blovich: Welcome back to Corey. I'm Corey Blovich. Today we're joined by rapper, DRAM!

DRAM: "Draam".

CB: Well, "Draam".

DRAM: This is exactly why I'm fucking here, man. It's "Draam". Yo, like people keep mispronouncing my name and...bruh, these periods is making this shit even worse, like...

CB: DRAM is referring of course to his four beautiful periods, Joshua, Kimberley, Manwell and Dotty. DRAM says he's been taking care of these rambunctious periods for years and he's just about at the end of his rope.

DRAM: I feed these fat little motherfucking periods, send they little dumb asses to school...

CB: What kind of school do periods go to?

DRAM: Grammar school. Brah, I even take these little motherfuckers on tour with me.

CB: So how do you guys, uh, like going on tour with your dad? Does he take good care of you?

Joshua: Yeah, it's cool. I mean he's got his rules, you know. When the buses are rockin', don't come a knockin', you know.

CB: Now DRAM, you say you're starting to suspect that your baby mama LaBrenda lied to you and you don't even think these periods are yours.

DRAM: Bring her motherfucking ass up here.

CB: Well, let's go ahead and meet the baby mama that DRAM says is sticking him with these fat little roundies.
LaBrenda: DRAM says he takes care of these kids? Corey, please. He ain't nothing but a dirty dog who got me pregnant four seperate times and he did it sleazily. And now he's trying to say these periods ain't his? Mmm. I think he's been smoking too much broccoli.

CB: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome LaBrenda!

LB: Man, fuck y'all. Y'all don't know [BLEEP]

DRAM: Man, fuck you!

LB: Haaay! It's me. I'm out, n***a, now, I'm out.

DRAM: Look at your thot ass! Bitch!

(LB pushes Manwell out of her seat.)

LB: Move!

DRAM: Look at what you doing to your son!

LB: Pick your son up! (To Manwell) Sit on your daddy's lap!

DRAM: Naw, he ain't my motherfucking kid!

LB: Sit on your daddy's lap! Go over there, sit on your daddy's lap.

DRAM: Aw man, that's my least favorite one, bruh. Naw, you can stay over there with your mama!
LB: Thank you for having me today, Corey. It is nice to be up on stage with a real man.

CB: DRAM, uh, I think your baby mama fond a me.

DRAM: Get my shit right, it's "yeah, I know your baby mama fond a me." Just say it.

CB: Yeah, I know your baby mama f-fond a me.

LB: That was perfect.

DRAM: You dumbass bitch, bruh.

LB: Weak ass n***a.

CB: Let's get to the s-source of this conflict.

LB: Your body stank and your attitude stank.

DRAM: Fuck your hair stink! That shit smell like hot glue.

CB; DRAM, why do you think LaBrenda's mad at you?

DRAM: Cause she-she-she's tryna stick me with some motherfucking periods that ain't mine! These periods is not mine, bro, like...

LB: This n***a is your son!
CB: I was going to say he's older than the other three, significantly.

LB: Okay, and...? What? Dot, dot, dot what?

DRAM: Or you just wanna get that motherfucking check. What is you spending it on?

LB: My kids should be eating at Nobu. Joshua, tell your daddy just how much you like yellow tai sashimi.

Joshua: Yellow tai sashimi's fire, dad.

CB: Well DRAM, we're about to find out the results of the paternity tests to determine whether or not these four periods are actually yours.

LB: And they is.

CB: DRAM, when it comes to the paternity of these periods, Joshua, Kimberly, Manwell and who could forget Dotty, you are not the father.

(DRAM does a victory dance as the periods look on, mortified. He starts dancing his way out the door.)

CB: DRAM, DRAM...

DRAM: Nooo, fuck you bro!

CB: DRAM, come back. DRAM...DRAM-DRAM...DRA-AM! (To the periods) DRAM's gone, your mom's gone. How do you kids feel?

Manwell: What kind of question is that?

CB: This is, uh, sort of a difficult moment in the life of a young kid. Together, you guys look sort of like a text message that's being sent.

DRAM: Man fuck them motherfucking kids, bro. I want them motherfuckers out of my name, out of my life. You know what I'm saying, no more periods in my shit man, just DRAM, man, you know what I'm saying. Imma tell them they crazy as fuck, man.

CB: I'm just trying to think. Your mom's not gonna take you, DRAM is...clearly not gonna take you, he's uninterested at this point. I can't take you. Does anyone want to take the periods, in the audience? No one?

Kimberley: That's just cold.