TS20 by Harlee Quinn

TS19 by Harlee Quinn

TS18 by Harlee Quinn

TS17 by Harlee Quinn

TS16 by Harlee Quinn

TS15 by Harlee Quinn

TS14 by Harlee Quinn

I pieced together enough of the puzzle/ to find where life diverted/ Peace was never the "what" in the assembled survey// Only once the muzzle is thrust in front of the rustled nervous smirk/ when subtle was the Devil/ Yes, humble, disheveled, lesson learned//// I prayed he would install the principles of integrity/ but no one that I could tell felt I deserved the benefit of// a phone call, sit down or roll call/ left in the dirt/ Sperm pent up/ wet blessing projected straight for an x-rated//// favor, and I don't at all feel bad/ He's an asshole, and a know-it-all/ and I ain't stealing from the man/ He built his castle on soft rock/ He took it for "granite"/Is he an Egyptian fish? Cuz he lives in "Denial"/ Thinkin that my plan is abandoned//// He's been happy up til now just to cast my as the villain/ like a cancer that'll bounce if he pretends it isn't real and// I can tell him firsthand, that won't work;/ It don't matter what he knows/ Panic and attitude will only make it worse////

HOOK:

2020-to-2021 is the year of the mongoose/

Never seem threatening to anyone

I ought to

God gave me the claws in the paws you thought soft

I'm NOT cute

Chaos is the payoff I'm drawn to//

2020-to2021/ gonna bet you fear the mongoose/

Thought you had me on lock, but I got loose/

Let me guess: You're haunted by thoughts to pray to God are not true-- you dare not share and never sought proof

V2:

What planted a seed in me? Was it G-O-D? It must be/ unless these substance/ molest me/ in the best way (LSD)/ Birdie told me your demon's a bully; mine is my bestie//// You made a mistake to dismiss me/ none of this is a twist/ I tried to spit, but you wouldn't listen to me/ Remember that shit you said, how "I didn't seem to mind"?/ There's an irony you didn't seem to find; karma's a bitch, T////

I dozed off in a post-modern painting/ woke up and saw you with a perfect body/ in a sea of Rubenesque ladies// The thing about a vision is it's never what you think it is/ when you wake up/ arcangels (dark angels) translate these//// images of spiritual decadence, and a miracle invention made you tearful and irritable but definitely disciplined// Earful of "please, sir, give me your cock cuz' I need it"

Wrong; that's the reason your greedy slut cunt's in an iron thong////

Hook:

Drop to your knees, bitch, open your mouth/

Look in my eyes, let me you hear you whine, I love when you pout// You got dat ass for days/ A full rack like pork ribs/ Got a load for your face so massive I jacked me a forklift////

Wanna pull back your hair and/ put my hand on your throat/

Make you watch yourself cum in the mirror/

Squirt til' every-where's soaked/You better ask for permission, and end the question with "sir"/ if you want the length of this cock to go up your ass for desert////

You send a message

You just don't say it

you like to test it

A test I've taken

I learned the lessons

So why'm I failing

You like aggressive....

There's a side to me you never really seen/ I guess I kept it at bay/ [you] catch a glimpse if i think it's okay//This obsession to be the man that you need twisted me into shapes/ kept me in chains that I'ma finna break (what)////

Otherwise, what's the point of a breakup/ Wouldn't you agree there's some shit I could change up?/ Quinn--meet Burns (and I'm changing your name, cuz' I'm thinking of doing things to you shit would shake up)//

HOOK

I ain't seekin' forgiveness from a man I've forgiven/ if his head is too thick to listen/ He knows I'm fire/ he could find my rhymes if he desired/but his pride's gonna catch him slippin'// Spread em' and let a man eat it raw/ I'm sick of just beatin' off/ We could keep it between us as an event// Even if Steven is lost, C.M.'s the reason he's gone/ Whatchu think about some consensual non-consent?////

I think I learned a couple of tricks, cuz in my brain the/ cicadas play "big-band"/ Sanity gave up//I daydream of radio plays starring a couple of dicks, the ex-misses cracks me up all day from//// I know I don't seem dangerous isolated in day-hub/ but never underestimate my patience to play dumb// I never get laid but/ I got an arrangement with a lady who on occasion turns what I make into face-rubs////

I never stop evolving in silence/ I deal in the business of missing vibes/ I'm the P.I. to find em'/ My mind is trained cuz/ I answer to the guys from the CIA/ ("Catcher in the Rye" makes me violent)/ I'm damned if I don't/ I financially backed a hamster for pope/ assassinated by the Catholics (I tried, man)/MY album's are fire the way that heroin's dope/ Tattoo a scarab on my eyelid/ After Malone

HOOK:

Even if it's hard to say what I mean at least my art speaks/

When I finally lay down/

Take it or leave it/

Run your fingers through my hair, can you hear my heartbeat through dark dreams? Baby, I need it//

Even if it's hard to say what I feel, at least my art speaks/

When I finally lay down/

Take it or leave it/

Run your fingers through my hair, can you hear my heartbeat through dark streets?/

Maybe I mean it////

I think I learned a pertinent skill/ cuz' in my music/ raccoons take my cigarettes and dope for amusement// I saw their group reviewing indictment into what inhuman lighting and lumens are proven tried and true to a nuisance//// I never knew anti-Semite rodents existed/ It isn't cute like in a Disney flick; they just hate the Jews/ and you can hear them late at night, reciting "White power rules!"/ praying a furry fuhrer will bring Adolph back from the tomb////

My second favorite Kobe is Bryant/ I just prefer the beef to eat, and cannibals all brand me as biased// I never eat black meat, cuz' I heard in the backstreets that it tastes like lamb meat/ so I won't even try it////I moonlight as Mr. Smith in a matter of speaking/ I modify automatics and stop em' from squeaking// Identify as "gangster"/ spanking starts in the home/ I got arms to my teeth in 40 caliber gold////