Soldados by Harlee Quinn

Year of the Mongoose by Harlee Quinn

Dawn of the disorder/ sad clown/ happy days: background/ passed out/ had to yakk a xanax just now// just wait/ stand down, stand by/ (ain't that 'bout a "proud race"?)/ Ain't that how my dad dies?

Act out.

Not cute; thought 27 was the end/ but talked through gut-rot/ enemy again sendin' a plot to make friends/ fake amends/ 'Bout ready to kill again/

Outrage.

Ain't that 'bout the bad times?

The tap is out.

This is how I live, despite the wishes on a buoy/ "Cast Away"/ Tom Hanks a pedo? This is news to me (so sue me)////

Someone seen Gipetto/ or that cricket in the window? I heard homie's givin' wishes/ Got me some delicious M.O// Never meant to be a boy so genuine/ My dick fiendin' to get wet/ Could you make it into wood, please?/ I just need a spell.

Zoltar, make her big/(Tinker Bell)/ Kill Pete/ Don't seduce her/ (No need)/ Let my music make her do me////

Cryptozoologists get me/ They always tell me when screwin' a pixie, condoms are bollocks, because there's magic in the coochie...

My dick is giant, she's tiny/ Make her proportionate too, please...

Had it up to here with the chuffa (not the man/ I mean the fluff that makes the days up/ rough up who I can/ fuck the pain/ I wanna taste blood// Toothless as it is/ and I know it makes a difference/ The Barber is still in business/ that's the only time when "trim" is in the cards////

And that "MVP"'s deceiving/ I dunno why I believed that it was chill to drop my zipper/ Clippers ain't within a typical stripper's typical arsenal/ Minnesota sippin' a pop consistin' of Phenobarbital////

This is how it go down when you tryna find the discipline/ to be a man/ regardin' cats who didn't give a shit at all//

Mission bout' to blow up on the low/(don't tell; keep it to yourself)/ If Sweden calls just tell em' I don't know em'/

They would do the same if the Louboutin--that's to say-- the Jimmy Choo was on the other plaything for the new cabal...

Cold front comin'/ I wonder if Yeezy was stuntin' in Yeezies when he was thinkin' of runnin'// I know a load of nothin'/ at least according to the globalists who hope folks that don't know shit will forget just who the Pope has been fuckin'////The majority of dope is absorbed in the first three seconds/ so, Yes, it's less-than-efficient to share a shotgun// I only really assist with the mission to steal a kiss/ When she permits, it reveals Steven's real addiction (which is NOT drugs)//// Ever notice stoner Bros are typically stickin' they dick in hot-to-the-touch body hoes?/ That's why they call it "pot luck"// I'm the epitome of what the young and pretty think of when off-put/ I play with my cock instead of tonka trucks//// I'm nearly certifiable/ all I still require's a diagnosis/ but I'm frightened as hell cuz right now I control this// No one one ever thought to teach a sold-out novice hat non-profit as prophecy/ is a laundry list of a new dog/with old tricks////

HOOK

We own the night until it hatches the light/

People so bright, that's why they vetoed our rights//

Speed don't seem right; whether it's people you like on T.V., demons, or flies, the ether breeches the mind

TS9 by Harlee Quinn

YEP! by Harlee Quinn

TSBEAT6 by Harlee Quinn

No Need for ConCERN by Harlee Quinn

TSBEAT7 by Harlee Quinn

I spend every night in the loneliest places/ even though I barely leave the house the I call "home"// These apparitions got me more than suspicious/ (and yes, I made some revisions; I no longer use the word "Ghost"//// I can see her almondine eyes/ rotatin' from left-to-right, exasperated sigh escapes from her lips/ Guaranteed a quarantine sight of a vision I dream nightly/ ain't shit to me nearly as frightening as this//// R.I.P. to the late great Annie Laos/ I see what you mean now/ I betcha didn't think I was listenin'/ You told me, "Spirits are spirits. You got the eye and the ear. It's only your pride; don't waste your time fearin' history"//// And this body's an eyesore/ Best bet I believe in a balance. That's why I came here with talent (and why I got such big beautiful eyes for)/ Prior the day I die, I hope you're saving a kiss for me baby////

PRE-HOOK:

I take no pleasure from the sweat the stress develops outside you...

I know I didn't make it any better with my efforts--anything I ever said--but I tried to...

HOOK:

Listen here!

I write to right wrongs!

Funny, there's something healing in my songs.

And though I was alone, I didn't do it at all.

Something picked up the phone, and I accepted the call.

I believe in things that make the people near me think I'm deluded, like nothing I seen happened at all.

That can be the theme if you choose

But I believe in me and you

And I'll still be here to catch you if you fall.

We disappear!

We fight the night's dawn

"running" is where my cunning wasn't strong

Oblivious in a bubble

Insidious fucking trouble

There's stories within the rubble; if you know em' sing along//

Patience is the ace up my sleeve/ perpendicular to my heart/ and yes, he'll fold when he sees I'm holdin' the cards/ I told him there were holes in his plot/ for one a fraud at a loss for honor/ he's been playin' kamikaze from the start////

V@: I left many behind/ who added resistance to my navigability/ billin' me for the 5th again/ It isn't "silly" it's "if and when"/ a system of "minty-heads"/ gettin' lit off the Listerine Mr. Clean uses to disinfect// Til' they O.D./ But oh? They're mostly dead but they're minty-fresh/ Gimme Eskimo/ That's when a hoe swishes Listy' before she give me head/ Is it tingly? Yeah/ but at least it hasn't started itchin' yet////

Dead risin'/ Red skies imbibe and dilute the blood/ Did you succumb and mumble, "transfuse!"? Apathy DO ENOUGH// Black Hats will be the end of me/ demise is in the enemy's diet/ besides Pepsi/ Never-ending fries/ And a supplement////denier//// Remember: Never yell for help, only yell "Fire"/ repent to sender Vaginas are time which makes me a gender-bender// K-to-fifth/hate symbols in the margins/ With White Jesus your teacher's aid/it's lucky we ain't all arsonists////

I know we both lie the most when we look in the mirror/

I know they're mostly stupid jokes, and stupid songs, but they help me see our victory clearer

(although I'm pretty sure it's 'more clearly')

2ND HOOK: HOOK:

Listen here!

I write to right wrongs!

Funny, there's something healing in my songs.

And though I was alone, I didn't do it at all.

Something picked up the phone, and I accepted the call.

I believe in things that make the people near me think I'm deluded, like nothing I seen happened at all.

That can be the theme if you choose

But I believe in me and you

And I'll still be here to catch you if you fall.

We disappear!

We fight the night's dawn

"thugging" is where my money wasn't long

Oblivious in a bubble

Insidious fucking trouble

There's stories within the rubble; if you know em' sing along//

Patience is the ace up my sleeve/ perpendicular to my heart/ and yes, he'll fold when he sees I'm holdin' the cards/ I told him-- WHO CARES?! I'm A BADDIE, HERE TO PLAY MY PART! Gimme pussy, money, anarchy, nudity is a start!////

V3: My waggle dance is