Plastic castors from The Sickness by J9

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Plastic castors
The Sickness

Maybe
I should be dating some wack celebrity
you’ll never see me do it
I’m already in love
and that punk from Bad Charlotte’s
dating Hillary Duff
know what I mean?
Sum 41 and Avril Lavigne
but in my dreams
Britney must’ve caught a disease
from Christina Aguilera
so she’s Federline‘s piece

Maybe
I should be all up in Paris Hilton
but you’ll know it if I did
because straight up I woulda killed her
she’s a hoe and a bitch
just like Nicole Richie
I’d blow in Lindsay Lohan‘s throat
with Fez with me

Me and Maria
go back like masturbating
aye aye aye
I’m an old dirty bastard
and one day at my funeral
I’ll roll on some plastic castors
looking beautiful

Cause that’s just the way that I roll
my egocentric nihilisms out of control
my chauvinistic hopelessness
is advertising gold
to these marketing executives
that see inside our souls
department of regurgitating
everything that sold
my apartments full of murder cases
I am getting old
department of regurgitating
everything that sold
apartment full of murder cases
I am getting old

Hip-hops flowing through me
like the blood in my veins
man I love her like no other
and I’m calling her name
Hip-hop
girl your presence is a blessing
I feel your essence
I’ve learned lessons
from you probably papa
should’ve been stressing
we went underground together
when she lifted her dress
and I wasn’t ready for it yet
but thought that I got the message

Me and Maria
go back like masturbating
aye aye aye
I’m an old dirty bastard
and one day at my funeral
I’ll roll on some plastic castors
looking beautiful

Hip-hops flowing through me
like the blood in my veins
man I love her like no other
and I’m calling her name
Hip-hop
girl your presence is a blessing
I feel your essence
I’ve learned lessons
from you probably papa
should’ve been stressing
we went underground together
when she lifted her dress
and I wasn’t ready for it yet
but thought that I got the message

I’ll probably cry
when Eminem dies
cause I’m pervertedly in touch
with my feminine side
maybe I’m a closet homosexual lie
I guess it all depends
on how your gender roles define me
maybe I’m the reincarnation of Jesus Christ
a philosophizing faggot
dragging his feet in life
the crucifix I’m nailed to
is plastic with advertising
the stupid shit we do
leads to traffic to our demise
half the shit they told you about me
was all lies
the truth is
I wasn’t even baptized
maybe I’m a serial killer
and just don’t know it yet
maybe you’re inferior filler
and I have no regrets
maybe I’m a lost soul
sent from some sort of spirit world
an angelic relic
out performing miracles
maybe I am nothing but DNA
maybe rotting in the ground
is nothing to be afraid of
take drugs
and hope that it goes away
fake love hate trust
man I’m all the above
maybe I am an old dirty bastard
big baby Jesus
rolling on plastic castors
maybe death is a natural disaster
but possibly my pessimism
ought to be a factor

I will be found in a noose
at the fountain of youth
you see to drink from the fountain
man I never found an excuse
I wasn’t thirsty for more
not in this form
but when I put my pen to the pad
I am reborn

(x3)
I will be found in a noose
at the fountain of youth
you see to drink from the fountain
man I never found an excuse

I’m an old dirty bastard
and one day at my funeral
I’ll roll on some plastic castors
looking beautiful

• Hip-Hop/Rap
• Spoken Word
• hiphop
• poetry
• rap
• underground
• Canada