WARNING: In no way is this meant to be serious. I just wanted to exercise my writing ability to create a bad crossover fanfic. You have been warned.
It has been three years since Parappa made it big in the music industry. With hit after hit such as "I Gotta Believe", "I Gotta Believe 2", "I Gotta Believe 3" and "Booty Bitch Booty", he has become the biggest thing to happen to music since The Beatles. But throughout those three years, Parappa thought he was missing something. He always loved baseball, and strived to play in Major League Baseball ever since he was a pup. He liked rapping, but he'd rather do something he loved. After he dropped the hottest mixtape for all of eternity, he signed a contract with the MLB and started playing. He was an absolute beast, winning the championship for his team for 21 years in a row. But there was one problem. Nobody was watching MLB. They were all watching NFL because Joe Chin was playing, winning and being as cool as he's always been. Due to being overshadowed by Joe as he always has been his entire life, Parappa picked up 3 bottles of vodka one night and drank all three bottles. He was confirmed dead the next morning. At his funeral, Joe Chin came by in his very cool car with blackjack and hookers just to stomp, spit, and piss on Parappa's grave before pulling him out and making out with him, making him super pregnant in death. Joe then put on his sunglasses and drove away as fast as he could, making a cloud of smoke so big it would drown the planet in darkness for the rest of eternity. The only light the world would ever have from then on was from Parappa's mixtape, due to it being so fire.
The End.