Hard Gossip

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Colter

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Last minute addition
Homie now top of the shelf
All part of division/the vision
D.I.Y., do it for self
Batter up when they butter up
Better yet bring your fisticuffs
Cowardice is a motherfuck
Powerfist to this buttercup
Come on his podcast and chat
Even shared half of my bag
Bump after bump how we laughed
Good times were had
Oh, what a gas!
Cold sweat in the bed
Hold breath in your chest
Don't like what I said
Silence the rest
I'm not the best
But nothing you make is as great as the weakest mistake 
That I've shaped in creative releases
And I think a part of you knows it 
And channeled your envy to demonizing me instead

I don't appreciate being censored
Or called an unironic flat earther
Especially when you lack the courage or decency to say it to my face
And you're a rotten friend for trying to ostracize me in my own community

Poser. Coward. Gossip

Don't you know who I am?
I'm a broken vagabond with a flagrant tongue and a dash of class
Watch me weep and crawl
Oh, I hope you're satisfied
Still I thrive so you can kiss my fat ass

Last minute addition
Hollow had none of myself
Bitch called me a rapist
She's only fucking herself
Dullard since she was a debutante
Full of shit, air of such eloquence
Boring and rather unimportant
Hates herself more with each new moment
Pucker up to no applause
Mouth full of venom and wasps
How about the language of France?
Ta chatte est malade
Bitch, I swear to God
Rather than be diplomatic
I'll offer the violence of me as I'm manic
And frantically choke you; I'll focus on bruising you
Crushing your skull 'neath the dirt of the earth for your fraud 

Whatever masochistic masturbatory fantasy 
You have of me is a ghost 
And the closest you'll ever get to knowing me carnally 
Will be hogtied and gagged as I force you to watch me 
Impregnate your friends in front of you

Poison. Garbage. Gossip

Don't you know who I am?
I'm a broken vagabond with a flagrant tongue and a dash of class
Watch me weep and crawl
Oh I hope you're satisfied
Still I thrive, you can kiss my fat ass

Now, here's some hot gossip I heard
I heard that I'm a fractured, fat, abused little boy
Who gets so unfathomably hurt when people wrong him
That he's grown up mentally unstable
Yet can articulate himself with profound accuracy
So, both of you enjoy your clout, your scene, your venue, your parties
I'm not interested
But it would behoove you to not get too proud or assume I'm not too 
You know, crazy, to theoretically wait for an enemy 10, 20 years 
Until they're old and forgetful, and you know, comfortable

And then one night they wake up with my hands on their throat
And when they recognize my face, I crack their windpipe
Paralyze them with pancuronium bromide
Then, as they feel sensation leaving their body
Drag their fat ass out into the streets
And quietly place them in the passenger seat of a car
Then b-b-b-buckle their safety belt
So they have a good view of the road 
As we drive and drive and drive and drive and drive and drive

Until we get to their childhood home
Where their new friends are there to greet them 
With grotesque animal masks, and eagerly zip 'em in a body bag 
With a long tube attached to it 
So they can breathe after we bury them alive
Oh just the sound of earth clunking and ka-thumping on top 
As they lie there motionless and helpless...
Oh, God! It's enough to give me goosebumps
But then again, that's what I heard...
I could be lying

Yes!

Hard gossip
Two friends rotten
You want to keep me down?
I'm top of the bottom
Hard gossip
Two friends rotten
Tried to see me drown?
I'm king at the bottom
Hard gossip
Two friends rotten
You want to see me down?
I'm top of the bottom
Hard gossip
Two friends rotten
You want to see me down?
I'm top of the bottom

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