Topic Gossip:

I am that Hellfire & Brimstone that humans heave when they call each other heathens

Word to the heavens you gon' learn this lesson

I am gossip

And you hurl me with hoards of halitosis

Lettin cinders circulate like oozing osmosis while

Bragging & boastin' utilizing gossip like you're holier than god's lips

 

But then you toss the fire like Ryu in Street Fighter

Lettin' me spew from the top like Bic Lighters

 

Nah I'm more like...

 

Isaac & Ishmael ignited with immense amounts of incense...

Stop identifying individuals by their insecurities..

like you idiots don't have impurities

 

I'm gossip I've been Gum gabbed from gutter mouths full of gingivitis

Like oh such & such had Ignavus Niger Morbisitus

Mixed with Hepatitis.

What in the inferno is Ingavus Niger Morbisitus???

 

That he say she say relay gets old Cause alternative stories get told

 

I'm like a torch that scorches tonsils used to console

Those souls that've been tormented by tales

 

Wait I'm not that frail...

 

I'm like liquid lava leaving lungs

Or torched timbers on the tips of tongues

 

I'm actually an over abundance of embers entering your membrane

Telling you ooooh say it again say it again

 

I'm in barbershops, hair salons, nail salons, online, twitter, Facebook & everywhere your face looks

 

I'm like that persistent burn on your perm

I'm the reason why that guy is in that urn

 

Nah, I'm more like

 

spontaneously combusting on your spine

Culminating heat to enter your mind

LIKE GIIIRL

Constance is a corny concubine

ain't even consummate her bond

Talkin bout that boy is mine. . .

I'm thinking bout conquering mine

 

And you're firing more shots than Columbine mixed with oil & pine

With a Flamethrower from an unnamed soldier

 

I hope you are Watching your mouth

You might spark a Match in your house

I Hope that you Hear I can be as hot as your Secret Admirer

And

Smokey the bear can't prevent this Forrest Fire

 

Using me, you produce that fire that burning desire

I'm hot as being on Mercury makin' love to Mariah

Carrying hot Coals; remember all them stories that got told...

 

Its reckless I can't believe y'all use me in such excess

 

I'm like poppa bear's porage; sitting inside a garage of public storage being held by the geeky girl that just got gorgeous. . .

 

Nah I'm gossip I'm more like the floor of the corridor in the core of Satan's Fortress. .

 

Or the bottom of forklifts, you sure you can afford to support this smokin' four fifth?

I'm like a gun & I use your tongue for ammunition. . .

Never missin, pressin' like pistons..

I'm gossip you better have got it, and I'm hot like the center of hot pockets

 

You people are pyromaniacs, insane in fact. . .

Play with fire get burned; I hope that lesson gets learned..