2 Juicy beats for 1 Juicy Bitch by Harlee Quinn

Better Be

Better Not

Better Think

(Which you can't, when you're me, cuz' you talk a lot)

Better Reap

Better Plot

Better Beat

(All the better to see, and a way to talk to God)

Sad days come, don't get me started/ but it ain't the way you think, cuz' I get retarded at the pity party/off "are we/ aren't we"/ Cathartic art/ I rep the "I hardly" army//// Minimize/ Integrate/ Synergize/ Eloquate/ In his eyes: kinda great/ Kiddin', I was just playin'//// Given that I was gettin' high on a thick rage/ Simmer down/ I won't say it twice on a sick day//// All I ever wanted was to never have been alive / (Oh, and also) Every fib and sinful thing I did to be classified as justified/and what's divine?/ Necromancy can be fun/ aside from that one time/ Damn that cunt, she lied! Gotta hand it to you, man, "Thrive" IS a scam, I'da done it twice!////That bitch, Shannnananann/ Lemme rephrase; regroup/ All the fuck I'm really tryna say is "Me too"/ Congrats, you done fixed ya man/ and ya prize: what lies beneath: the centipedes get free food//

Better Be

Better Not

Better Think

(Which you can't, when you're me, cuz' you talk a lot)

Better Reap

Better Plot

Better Beat

(All the better to see, and a way to talk to God)

Today I Killed my Dog Today (he's fine) by Harlee Quinn

Perfect Beat Names (Almost) Never Use Parentheses by Harlee Quinn

Meta(Remaster) by Harlee Quinn

Got to scramble/ Panic often/ Need an expert/ Not a charlatan// Union Western/ Needa' make a unique request to my angelic guardian//// Lot to handle/ Fuming vegenace/ Duty and Death/ That's a helluva pardon// Tell me if you're selling any Welsh-land property/ I'll be callin' up Joseph Solomon//// Tell my people: stay away/ Is this Godly? No; where was God that day?/ Why do prophets pay and the wicked escape?/ Is this West? Yes? I covet this lovely estate//// So let's go/ Escrow/ Set it up/ Fuck forgiveness, I'm in; let's ingest blood// Is this real? Kinda/ Kinda not/ Not quite fake/ Bloodlust/ What's up? Fuck it, I can relate////

My lady in red is a lady in black

Her lady in red, ain't a lady, in fact

Same shade as A. Fleck, and the greatest on a track

Wait; maybe hers got words painted on a cap:

D-U-N-S

Big, new, better mess

Please, dude, deader get--I'm through with this shit

I'm Burns/ I turn music into what get V-U-L-va wet, and I can do it again////

[Pre-Hook of some kind goes here]

Hook:

Words are just sounds

This is the price of our rage

(So sus! So sus!)

Don't fear it; embrace it, now

It is you, and it's me

(Poor us! Poor us!)

[x2]

Shanty Town by Harlee Quinn

It's becoming harder to see things on the bright side

Technicolour messed up all my dreams

...What's the light like...?

5 more minutes, mom... by Harlee Quinn

Middle Eye by Harlee Quinn