Newb. Eat. by Harlee Quinn

We Used To Be (Instrumental) by Harlee Quinn

With Me by Harlee Quinn

Hazy morning/ dream-scape exploring/ "Need caping?" More please

...last night around four

And the wind was singing a dark song of demons in the wrong key

"Diddy Did Us Dirty" on the board////

Am I wonky?

Sure.

I'm a long-haired asshole in a haunted castle where the donkeys roar

Oh I'm definitely home where the peccaries roam

(Til' they don't)

I can afford the gore

Paranormal

Care to share?

I'm like a teratoma in your derriere

All teeth and hair

I never swore to warn ya

That ain't marinara in your cornucopia

Ford Coppola

Rare demerits can hypno-grip your stare with a chair-dance

Imp in a pickle

limp-dick in a caravan

Rhythm like The Smiths with a wit like Kerouac

PRE HOOK:

Can't come to the phone

But I'm aware there' a draft coming through the door

Can't leave it alone

Yes I'm aware I'll be damned if we lose the war

HOOK:

There's a witch and she lives in the dwelling to the right

And I believe I feel her casting spells on particular nights

She took the visage of a woman, naked, dripping from the shower

And I'm whispering "what is this?" in the 666th hour

Sex Edutainment by Harlee Quinn

How come nothing new approaches "meta" like the old shit?

The original did

(Push-pops, troll kicks)

This ain't music made for the mainstream

This is proof of who hate me

Damn the gram.

Livestream...?

I be where the "H" be

How does somethin' blue encroach if huffin' glue to paint schemes makes me fuckin' hate these second-string A-teams?

How does someone true approach if all I know is fake screams?

Bored face

Rushin' through to get back to it

(Make C.R.E.A.M.!)

V1:

Patty-cake, patty-cake/ takin' takers/ bandwidth low; too slow and lazy// Ratting us out to Uncle A., the Ruskies, Juul-fiends/ pre-teenagers//// Life in a bubble 'done popped (they razed it)/ Techno rubble gut-rot (go crazy)// Simulated rough sex in HD

Pinned

You'll hate it

Yup, meth

No maybe

Left-wing better than best

(No basis)

Supremacy definitely testing great/ This

never seemed racist

(Blessed Caucasian)

Age Seven

Sex scene

Instinct: Basic

Lipsync/ Aphids

Cynic; I hate kids

I been trollin' sine the 80's// Diggin' holes as installations/ The desert is a vessel for storage, mainly////

PRE HOOK:

I been lookin' wack..

I been lookin' back..

I couldn't imagine half the shit I did

I couldn't predict just what would happen

After, I recall, black til' second semester, and crack til' fall

A master, after all

A bastard, half-til'-always

Plastic-- all this////

Creepaleep by Harlee Quinn

Mixdown by Harlee Quinn

She don't make the water run--she's just why it feels good. She embrace her God among sin; to Him it's real//And could we get a "Hey, man!"? Fuck an "Amen", half these people don't even believe or know His fuckin' name-- HIS grace what make me heal.

Wood peeking out my Hanes; I know this ain't the time or place, but I can't take away the way she wears that teal hood (REAL good)!

Heiser says it's by design he made her face that way, and shaped a wave into her thigh just like a monocore.

Now let's unzip that dinosaur...

By the way, they may be fake

But baby girl's a diamond

Sure, but one that isn't mine no more

So why am I still mining for?

Currency is higher, I assure you, but vagina-poor/

That's me in a rhyme that reason can't define

Bye Lenore

No point in me sulking

Ultimately, would of died before

Those boys don't know nothin'

Still I'd give my fucking

eye for more

time, but would it make a difference? Never know can

I for sure.

That's between my maker and my crazy mind.

Heating up the solder gun

plug into the surge-proof

power-strip

It's lots of fun to numb what bruise

a coward fixes fuck-all, mostly

more self-loathing

Now it's come to this...

...I miss miss my mother, miss my lover, miss my younger sense of innocence

Creepin' up like fear

The tension bleedin' out my ears

If/when I mentioned "eso" reasons

To adhere, to heed attention of which spirits' ears get lended

Listen here

Again, I meant it dear

Now, winded, I attempt to forget

why there's war

I'm kinda stuck on dinosaurs...

You wouldn't believe it to look at me/ used to get nookie/ I used to be gangster for real// when the pussy was deep/at my peak was a magnet/ but that ain't the seal//// And this isn't to brag but I carried a piece cuz' I had ta/ It wasn't a gag, though we called it "The Game"/ cuz the man with the bag was the King and the Master/ and cats would play "tag" like "You're it!" with the miggity-Magnum//// To me, a gun with a wheel was for f****ts/ I needed a magazine/ Street I.Q. absentee/ Acting the asshole/ my back had a target/ the path was all darkness/ the tits were all tassels////

Hook:

Nothing hurts quite like the moment you know you're going to die and you dont// Maads was just laughin'/ Yahuah, he knew it would happen/ I didn't/ The Piss in my pants//// and the snot in my nose/ shaking and cryin'/ and wailing/ The sigh in my throat/ The shame in my soul// No shit ain't my rock bottom, it's Christmas in Autumn, and God, Harlee knows////