This shit is where winnin began/ when did winnin' come back/ fun fact: a couple young dumb brats// bitch, I betcha miss the GOAT now/Exquisite don't bow/ look at him/ he's got it all figured out/no doubt////How to make me go away. He could straight shame a nigger at a black panther party, naked/ He don't need no more than V O D K (AA)/ Yo he know it's his/ he "don't need to take it")//// But fuck what I say, cuz I manipulate shit/How you so smart? is it from all that brain-gettin'?/ How you gonna act like I'm in your way when I backed down, even after all you've taken??//// "All yours"? great, get it/ Ball 4, 8th inning/How's she sayin' shit when she backs his plays??//A wall's for hate, innit? Tall/short/ ain't getting it/ all fours naked/ the trained bitch obeys////

HOOK:

This is what happens when the careless play

in the toolbox/ filled with all their parents' things//

Didn't expect it to tear this way

I'm aware that I might just have to wear this pain////

This is what happens when the careless say, "anything can happen"/ that way, it ain't theirs to face!// Embarrassed? Who?/ I don't care, my dude/ Unfair to who? And what does arrogance do...?

WELL FUCK THAT

You know why?

CUZ' I ALWAYS COME BACK!

You got somethin' of mine??

I got NUTS INTACT!

You think I'm funny or lying??

I'll toss guns to scrap

So bring your DID, I'll kick all three of your asses!!

This is what happens when the careless drink/ they just stare and think about everything in the past//everything I thought I did right was actually backwards/ I'll enjoy the spoils/you'll be taking class////

V2: This is the minute and second infinite pain/grew legs/ but didn't reckon/ the only difference in this dimension is new names// When a change is effected/ and the rejected have chance to advance and do great////

Oooh! Hey! What'd the narcissist say to the cuckold of the trollop he had summoned to humble brag as he bustled? ... "There's a reason she's seein me and it's as solid as a muscle/ Not this big dick she cums on, it's KNOWLEDGE"

.....................................IT'S KNOWLEDGE.............................

My rebuttal, it goes:

Hey, Ghost; do you know what day it is? Do you smell burning toast? How many fingers and toes? Can you even MAKE a fist? Either you're strokin' out, or fuckin' retarded/ you're the tragic hero, the villain, messiah, AND the martyr////Heard a rumor/ Is it true you said the Devil couldn't kill you? Because I know a fella like that. Maybe HE could heal you. He's bout 9 feet tall, gray, with a chromed-out grill/ I don't joke about this shit/ yo, I know ghosts are real////Maybe you're playin' and this is just a game/ And the girl at the center of this doesn't know you're insane// But even if you aren't, then you are (so then vice versa)/This ain't lights and minerva/ We're cursed right from inertia////

All clear, man?

Crystal

All spirits, sans pistol

Listen to this as if your brilliance can dumb down to it

Tall beer?

Damn chilly

Fall spirits?

Damn eerie!

Listen to this as if "The Iliad"'s less profound to it

2nd Hook:

This is what happens when the careless play

With the board games our parents forbid us, like "No way!"

Didn't expect it to tear so straight

It's apparent I might just have to wear this pain

This is what happens when the careless say,

"Anything can happen"

That way it ain't theirs to face

Embarrassed? True.

I don't care, my dude.

Let's let sleeping dogs lie, I'm just happy we both grew

WELL FUCK THAT!

You know why??

Cuz' KREIM WRITES THE STATS!

You got somethin' of mine?

I got nuts intact!

You think I'm funny or lyin?

I'll toss guns to scrap

So bring your DID and I'll put Old Man in pampers

This is what happens when the careless drink

They just stare until the man in the mirror won't make them think

Everything I thought I did right was actually backwards

I'll dance around your specter

You'll be taking class

V1: She's an agent of the chaos at large/ that men too vacant to stay, keep in their hearts// She's got that fire growing out of her roots/ She entertains the begging of men who lick at her boots, like//// Left/Right/Left/Right--over their souls/ but they were already broken/tattered/ head full of holes// It's a survivalist Modus Operandi/ The world will eat its weakest/ she keeps breathing/ I dream of making her toes curl////

HOOK:

She's in love with a juggernaut

2 galaxies out

The only way she keeps her head up is if he keeps her down

He's got a hunger for the hustle

Hers is thirst for the flesh

And all the rest of these motherfuckers choose "deluded"

Over two "Q's" in text

[Note: Yes, the second half of the chorus is way, way, off, but the lyrics you are READING is much, much closer to what the final phrasing will sound like. This is a case where, words have been added, removed, or switched around, the ultimate message in terms of content is meant to be the same, the way it is typed as oppose to how it is performed]

Anthill by Harlee Quinn

Woke up in an alley I've never seen/Disassociated/ Throw-up in my belly is telling me this ain't a dream// (Thank you, yes, I hate it)/There's something I'm smelling/ familiar/ can't place it/ It's here yet evasive/ It's sweet, yet it's fragrant// If there's one thing I'm telling you that will kill you/ IT's faces you know on the ghosts of the vacant////

Remember this is just a story, when the flames rise and Hollywood makes it...

HOOK:

Who walk the gray path?

The apath.

Is evil embedded, or are we embedded in evil...?

Who touch the darkness?

The damned (crucify them!)

Hold up--who supplied them???

Go figure...

That's people...

How you get rid of that fear at the pit of your belly? Your tears are so telling, I see them.

My peers ain't compelling.

We both had bad dreams once.

The gland that keeps seething, secretes more than sebum...

V1: Ass so fly/ gives me high anxiety/ Need an Ativan just for a chance to think quietly// Flesh so fresh/ you bet if it was a Fresca/ I'd drink it with the Pinkertons in high society//// I've got restraints/ You're gonna make it so easy for me to make it hard to breathe// I go hard in the paint/ I could make your heart seize/ the pain only makes you cum harder when I squeeze////

Let me tell ya some of my favorite things to daydream...

I'ma kidnap that pussy (that's right) and take it hostage (Oh shit!)

Let me sell you on some of my favorite things to make cream

One: your pussy.... I guess that's it; this is not a list

You can't begin to imagine what I'ma do to you

You can scream/ but the fact is/ fuck, I'ma ruin you

Face down/ booty bouncin'/ I'm a prodigy/ they call me Doogie Howser// Insane? How? You see me clownin'?/There's a lot to prove/ Haters are rude to doubt me// I place the crown askew, proudly/ It was gold-plated, but I bought it at face value// With the pace found/ now I'm truly drowning in amazing fluid from a juicy pounding////

I regret the first session of sex with a new person ain't the best

(on MY part, YOU were GREAT)

The next time: fine art on your face

(You can't begin to imagine what I'ma do to you)

Love it when you squirt/ ain't no question that it works/ immersed in a plan now//

Properly motivated, I don't know the meaning of "too much" or "tap out"/ Don't ask me to stop cuz I can't now/ Hands around your throat I'm enjoying the show

Scout-master shouting "Go!" during young Jordie's campout

[This is what you would call a 'filler lyric' it has no rightful place, meaning, or explanation, and only serves to complete these bars in a song that is currently incomplete]

You can't begin to imagine what I'ma do to you

You can scream/ but the fact is/ fuck, I'ma ruin you

You wanted hooks

Well I got em' for hours

I got em' for days

You too fake--let's be real

Oh look it's me [S'mee--get it?]

as I give you the hook again

I'm Peter Pan at the end of the film

V1:(Calvin) My Wendy Moira takes flight with explorers/ she traded in coral for snipes and saguaros// she traded her bible for lights in the forest/ it faded, that bible/ she cites the Besorah////Men they would line up just to lay her carpet/contractors, and hangmen, and fuckboys from tar pits//Instead she likes tile/ addicted to tilers/ now talk about fuckboys/ from dick-up, they garbage////

(Burns)

Now let me think/ what's in a great white enemy?/ That sex that helped my sub to sleep/ since when I ever said I need a gun to be the one defeatin' fuckin' creeps/ all I want is all the pussy cummin' please/ all that shit I talked for years: Vu Gu Zhruswyile, you feel me? I love release////

You wanted Hook

Well you got him so now what?

I nom-nom vajeen

It's my favorite meal

Crook starts with 'T'

Don't you know that I could dissect...

Feed your left hand to that brave "Krokodil"[crocodile]

(Calvin, w/ Burns on Hype)

Looks like to me

This Old Man, he played three

He played knick-knack on Steven

Who now has a team of men

Being it's even

We each got our demons

You bet that you've beat them

Let's get me to bleedin'

Call Brother

Call Bitches

Whoever

Who gives a shit

Bring who you got and I'll teach them to pray.

I'll dig a tunnel

you can't fix with stitches

You know where I live

Call me Steven Dufresne

(Burns, w/ Kreim providing support harmony):

Spank bank filled with a lotta naughty audio/ Nada otomonopeia hot as all her body, though// I rank crank/(Aw Dang)/ Got dank all day//"Mean pipes," she's like, "that's why they call you Mario!"//// Wrong! It's cuz' of all the shrooms and stars/ they're meant to make me invincible, but I rarely are//

I'm all, "Henry Hitman, like Ray Li-Oswald"

(Pussy makes me crazy, and there may be cops called)

Kreim with Burns on Hype: Dig it? I mean the hole! (This dude works!)IT's a grave, baby, and my goal is to do dirt// I got crispy lungs/ from addicting fun/ and you definitely don't wanna make me feel hurt//// Spigot in my iggity takes a toll/ (Criminy, what does that mean, Kreim?) The listeners know.//(Whatever I guess/so long as they say the shit's dope) You think I'm lyin'??? (No man/ I just think your mind broke)

You wanted hooks

Well I got em' for hours

I got em' for days

You too fake--let's be real

Oh look it's me [S'mee--get it?]

as I give you the hook again

I'm Peter Pan at the end of the film

You wanted Hook

Well you got him so now what?

I nom-nom vajeen

It's my favorite meal

Crook starts with 'T'

Don't you know that I could dissect...

Feed your left hand to that brave Krokodil.

LANDR - Maybe Baby - Open - Medium by Harlee Quinn

Hearty by Harlee Quinn

V1: There's a version of Burns that God inserted into an Earth within an endless deck of dimension/ Neither Devils noe Nephilim are certain/ which one we're next to in sequence--See? Shit, I guess I mean "when", instead; yeah that sentiment seems to be more the message I meant//// And I betcha thinkin', right at this second: "Steven, we get it; your comprehension of timing is second just to your rhyme-schemes! I bet you fucks with dozens of other yummy, golden-buttery "solvent trap" fanatics with both scampi and "crazy" displayed in their DNA schematics"--See, it so happens I don't, but I know I a whole boatload of of ghosts who were addicts with me// They never grow old, but they grow attached to me/ Batsgit-me, Captain Amity stranded and damned with no wraps for the catnip////

HOOK:

I can't convey with the brain that God gave me how to explain I spent a decade in a tenth of a day...

It was amazing...

I remember every intimate kiss and sexual second

There's a reason I won't even say the name of our baby...

So fuck a pinch

Cuz we hit, kicked, and spit at each other

No bloody lip

I never called you a bitch

We didn't let drugs corrupt the gift I let slip from my grip

I'm nothing but clumsy

I'm lucky just to have snuck a glimpse of us being in love again

Shooting heroin by candlelight/ this isn't addiction--it's a phase, and I got my grasp on the handle, TIGHT//And I can handle it....right?/WRONG!/ I never seek truth and self-improvement, I just get high while I write songs////Man without a country, a prophet with no church/ when I think of all the miles covered on foot, my feet hurt//Came up from the mud so it's a safe assumption I bleed dirt/ Made a clean break, because I clean the burn////Street sojourner coated in steam/ this is the city bemoaning/ with h