DARK & OFFENSIVE RAP VERSES
“Backward Styles For Backward B*tches”
I've got my cap to the back, it's got a backward child/
Hence when I slap it with rap, I do it in a backward style
How it acts is just tapped, and it's got a backward smile/
It'll probably stab up your back, it is trash and it is vile
Yet when facts are denied, a Narc will soon start to front/
Like how can it have heart, when it is dead inside you c*nt
If that was a runt in the pack, the mother dog would have merked it/
But being you come from what's trash, you smirk like it is perfect
Worthless, like was it made that way on purpose/
Nervous, has got me feeling like it may have cursed us
Verses, is what I give em, wish a couple hearses/
The Nurses, couldn't save em, now they lay in churches
Perfect, worth it, it's worthy of award/
From this mind of a circus, there is wormfood for all
With this Hip-Hop for mind state, and thoughts they can't stop/
Makes me think that this winter, they might drop from the clot,
Horror, Shock, and what.
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Hence when I slap it with rap, I do it in a backward style
How it acts is just tapped, and it's got a backward smile/
It'll probably stab up your back, it is trash and it is vile
Yet when facts are denied, a Narc will soon start to front/
Like how can it have heart, when it is dead inside you c*nt
If that was a runt in the pack, the mother dog would have merked it/
But being you come from what's trash, you smirk like it is perfect
Worthless, like was it made that way on purpose/
Nervous, has got me feeling like it may have cursed us
Verses, is what I give em, wish a couple hearses/
The Nurses, couldn't save em, now they lay in churches
Perfect, worth it, it's worthy of award/
From this mind of a circus, there is wormfood for all
With this Hip-Hop for mind state, and thoughts they can't stop/
Makes me think that this winter, they might drop from the clot,
Horror, Shock, and what.
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“My Dead Uncle Bred A Nonce”
This probably ain't what they want, but like I give a sh*t/
My dead uncle bred a nonce, and now forever rots in p*ss
On the day that he died, his daughter cleared his fridge/
Like why ain't I suprised, they're all weird like this div
I tend to stay clear, cause they all appear to be flids/
From this mess I disappeared, being as messed as their kid's
Best they prepare for their fibs, to get published on net/
I do not ask for permission, from what I consider as less
All these Gammon get offended, when I go Ham with a pen/
Kicking toys out their pram, like ain't they meant to be men
If I was them I'd repent, instead of get bent out of shape/
As when it comes to my pen, ain't none of them wanna play
I will say what I want, when I want, that's a fact/
And ain't a nonce or it's family, gonna come do me Jack
They can chat all they like, like I won't strike em like match/
And if they want some excitement, they could try write a rap.
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My dead uncle bred a nonce, and now forever rots in p*ss
On the day that he died, his daughter cleared his fridge/
Like why ain't I suprised, they're all weird like this div
I tend to stay clear, cause they all appear to be flids/
From this mess I disappeared, being as messed as their kid's
Best they prepare for their fibs, to get published on net/
I do not ask for permission, from what I consider as less
All these Gammon get offended, when I go Ham with a pen/
Kicking toys out their pram, like ain't they meant to be men
If I was them I'd repent, instead of get bent out of shape/
As when it comes to my pen, ain't none of them wanna play
I will say what I want, when I want, that's a fact/
And ain't a nonce or it's family, gonna come do me Jack
They can chat all they like, like I won't strike em like match/
And if they want some excitement, they could try write a rap.
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“Best Beware Of The Man Who Has Nothing To Lose”
Best beware of the man, who has nothing to lose/
For when the time's right, he might shoot at your yute
Being not right in the mind, he might clap at you too/
He might stab at your spine, til ya collapse & can't move
So what is proof of a crime, when the culprit has fled/
To a place they won't find him, getting high, getting head
Whilst claret drips from the necks, of the Opps who got got/
Maybe the opposite sex, should have not run their gob
When they're bobbing and weaving, and all ducking from shells/
He might film it and laugh, as he gunbucks the girl
A big F*ck You to the World, before to Hell he done send 'er/
Like I beg you keep it in Hell, do not return it to sender
If I offend ya I'm sorry, you get hurt by some words/
But my life is not Corrie, so why would I write it for birds
I know I'm highly disturbed, but I'd prefer we'd forget/
And if this verse is the problem, I'd prefer you get dead.
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For when the time's right, he might shoot at your yute
Being not right in the mind, he might clap at you too/
He might stab at your spine, til ya collapse & can't move
So what is proof of a crime, when the culprit has fled/
To a place they won't find him, getting high, getting head
Whilst claret drips from the necks, of the Opps who got got/
Maybe the opposite sex, should have not run their gob
When they're bobbing and weaving, and all ducking from shells/
He might film it and laugh, as he gunbucks the girl
A big F*ck You to the World, before to Hell he done send 'er/
Like I beg you keep it in Hell, do not return it to sender
If I offend ya I'm sorry, you get hurt by some words/
But my life is not Corrie, so why would I write it for birds
I know I'm highly disturbed, but I'd prefer we'd forget/
And if this verse is the problem, I'd prefer you get dead.
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“Proper Tapped In The Head”
Listen,
If I wanted tacky kids, I would have bred with the Sister/
But luckily for me, I did better than basic and p*ssed up
If I were to breed what is sh*t-c*nt, I would spit on myself/
Instead of breed what's a thick c*nt, with a kid they can't help
I believe he bred Mental Health, to match his Low Self Esteem/
Hence Wifey laughed at some girl, who's just a Hoe, not the Queen
She got the Second Hand Seman, with some kid that is Special/
To no-one but her, or the dumb and the devil
There are levels to this breeding, of which this c*nt clearly failed/
Like how many more reasons, have you give the c*nt to go jail
If I was proud of this kid, I'd be as tacky as Kate Price/
With a Kat Slater mind state, that got raped more than twice
I slap rhymes onto paper, with more hope and Pizzaazz/
I just hope she don't hate me, cause it's hopeless and Spaz
It's like she had Coke up the Vag, the whole nine she was Preg/
Sitting online looking answers, why it's tapped in the head.
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If I wanted tacky kids, I would have bred with the Sister/
But luckily for me, I did better than basic and p*ssed up
If I were to breed what is sh*t-c*nt, I would spit on myself/
Instead of breed what's a thick c*nt, with a kid they can't help
I believe he bred Mental Health, to match his Low Self Esteem/
Hence Wifey laughed at some girl, who's just a Hoe, not the Queen
She got the Second Hand Seman, with some kid that is Special/
To no-one but her, or the dumb and the devil
There are levels to this breeding, of which this c*nt clearly failed/
Like how many more reasons, have you give the c*nt to go jail
If I was proud of this kid, I'd be as tacky as Kate Price/
With a Kat Slater mind state, that got raped more than twice
I slap rhymes onto paper, with more hope and Pizzaazz/
I just hope she don't hate me, cause it's hopeless and Spaz
It's like she had Coke up the Vag, the whole nine she was Preg/
Sitting online looking answers, why it's tapped in the head.
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“You Might Wanna Hush Your Tacky Trash Kid Making Gums”
I bet I get down the Gravestones, of everyone you've ever loved/
Like who the f*ck you talking to, you Double-Jabbed getting c*nt
Being that our mother's never loved us, we're kind of the same/
Except I do not breed trash, or give the slag my last name
With this brain that I have, I find it hard to give a toss/
Hence I pick on it's worker, and give a f*ck about the boss
You bred slosh and wan' chat, but can't rap a Sixteen/
How about go suck out it's twat, being you're washed, it's your queen
I've seen you fiend for the Coke, like some bloke with no mum/
And I've grown copious amounts, that could buy out your drum
I have made money from crops, that done litter my yard/
While your P's are in tents, or from dead in Graveyard
Once hard I done hurt ya, and the next is your dad/
Yet if you had any sense, you'd go raise that Young Chav
Looking as dumb as it's dad, like I won't slap it for fun/
Maybe Dunblane it's school, & put it sleep like some c*nt.
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Like who the f*ck you talking to, you Double-Jabbed getting c*nt
Being that our mother's never loved us, we're kind of the same/
Except I do not breed trash, or give the slag my last name
With this brain that I have, I find it hard to give a toss/
Hence I pick on it's worker, and give a f*ck about the boss
You bred slosh and wan' chat, but can't rap a Sixteen/
How about go suck out it's twat, being you're washed, it's your queen
I've seen you fiend for the Coke, like some bloke with no mum/
And I've grown copious amounts, that could buy out your drum
I have made money from crops, that done litter my yard/
While your P's are in tents, or from dead in Graveyard
Once hard I done hurt ya, and the next is your dad/
Yet if you had any sense, you'd go raise that Young Chav
Looking as dumb as it's dad, like I won't slap it for fun/
Maybe Dunblane it's school, & put it sleep like some c*nt.
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“Verses That Purge
I could punch up his mum, on her doorstep/
Then I bet he pays someone, to get me
And I bet I will laugh, when that whore's dead/
His Son is on Coke, & I'm Pepsi
Neglected by mum, I give a f*ck about no-one/
An Essex Boy c*nt, we like Shotty's & Shogun
I let this prolong, so the mong's start relax/
And when they're out in the sun, pull up in a cab & attack
I'm so rap they can't chat to me, still the twat's wanna try/
How about I rap em a personality, being their one's are dry
Just like the drought of 05, how can a mind be so barron/
I've no doubt in my mind, I believe most are called Karen
Pushing a barrow like Joey, now replace barrow with Pram/
And that's the difference between us, like Poetry get Slammed
I give a damn what they think, like I'm on the brink or the verge/
Why would I go commit murder, when I've got verses that Purge.
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Then I bet he pays someone, to get me
And I bet I will laugh, when that whore's dead/
His Son is on Coke, & I'm Pepsi
Neglected by mum, I give a f*ck about no-one/
An Essex Boy c*nt, we like Shotty's & Shogun
I let this prolong, so the mong's start relax/
And when they're out in the sun, pull up in a cab & attack
I'm so rap they can't chat to me, still the twat's wanna try/
How about I rap em a personality, being their one's are dry
Just like the drought of 05, how can a mind be so barron/
I've no doubt in my mind, I believe most are called Karen
Pushing a barrow like Joey, now replace barrow with Pram/
And that's the difference between us, like Poetry get Slammed
I give a damn what they think, like I'm on the brink or the verge/
Why would I go commit murder, when I've got verses that Purge.
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“Habsburg Harry
She's got the chin of a Habsburg, with an Aspergers mind/
Now replace Aspergers with Autistic, with the simplest of minds
A proper div with no mind, I think kinda behind like the past/
And being her bronze cannot shine, she looks gold from my bars
A proper money grabbing maggot, like Mario for the coins/
I think her boyfriend's a faggot, and I smoke a lot more in joint's
I've grown more than a Jungle, humble like Jungle the Boys/
And truth is I get much enjoyment, when I done silence their noise
I'm the voice they couldn't silence, hence the sirens get called/
Yet being all vermin and tyrants, they're all so tiny and small
Lacking the balls to confront me, I beg they dare lump my eye/
And watch the company they keep, get their house hit up at night
If my hip-hop is that shite, then why do I write so well/
Whilst making the prettiest, of non-white little girls
Tried to make my life hell, until the doorbell got rung/
Just to show it the hell, of what has only begun.
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Now replace Aspergers with Autistic, with the simplest of minds
A proper div with no mind, I think kinda behind like the past/
And being her bronze cannot shine, she looks gold from my bars
A proper money grabbing maggot, like Mario for the coins/
I think her boyfriend's a faggot, and I smoke a lot more in joint's
I've grown more than a Jungle, humble like Jungle the Boys/
And truth is I get much enjoyment, when I done silence their noise
I'm the voice they couldn't silence, hence the sirens get called/
Yet being all vermin and tyrants, they're all so tiny and small
Lacking the balls to confront me, I beg they dare lump my eye/
And watch the company they keep, get their house hit up at night
If my hip-hop is that shite, then why do I write so well/
Whilst making the prettiest, of non-white little girls
Tried to make my life hell, until the doorbell got rung/
Just to show it the hell, of what has only begun.
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“I Will Bring Holy War To Jehovah & His Witnesses”
If a Jehovah's Witness, was to knock at my house/
I must admit I can't promise, I won't brok up it's mouth
I will knock the c*nt out, like the scum that it is/
Singing Who let the dogs out, I'm sure it's a Pit
He must think he can f*ck me, like some Soho whore/
Til I come Kingdom Hall, and broke his JoHo jaw
I'm a war with these cretins, and I bet they don't win/
Being I am a Christian, and I don't like their sins
I feel to put pins in their eyes, then fire to their feet/
As they die on a cross, like a Jesus they'll never be
These are the freaks who speak evil, til evil come touch em/
And being meek and all feeble, it's kind of end of discussion
I shall hush em with flame, like a witch on a stake/
And when the Viking arrives, watch the victims I create
I've seen both sides of the story, and Balamory this ain't/
So when I come for my glory, it won't be in ink or in paint.
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I must admit I can't promise, I won't brok up it's mouth
I will knock the c*nt out, like the scum that it is/
Singing Who let the dogs out, I'm sure it's a Pit
He must think he can f*ck me, like some Soho whore/
Til I come Kingdom Hall, and broke his JoHo jaw
I'm a war with these cretins, and I bet they don't win/
Being I am a Christian, and I don't like their sins
I feel to put pins in their eyes, then fire to their feet/
As they die on a cross, like a Jesus they'll never be
These are the freaks who speak evil, til evil come touch em/
And being meek and all feeble, it's kind of end of discussion
I shall hush em with flame, like a witch on a stake/
And when the Viking arrives, watch the victims I create
I've seen both sides of the story, and Balamory this ain't/
So when I come for my glory, it won't be in ink or in paint.
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“Lazy Fat B*tches”
I cannot understand how a man, can breed a fat b*tch/
Who sits and doesn't stand, over eats and does jack sh*t
I'd rather go deep in a spastic, than shag overweight/
I like women like match sticks, without face in a plate
This is not up for debate, my statement I stand by/
If you think this is hate, go blow your air into a bagpipe
They can't even stand right, using a wall as a crutch/
Ain't about what their man like, it's all for their gut
They'll often be sluts, being that nobody wants em/
And if you give it one f*ck, it will bother you constant
With faces like monsters, like the one in Loch Ness/
I never give a toss then, and now I give a toss less
They should do what the doc says, & shed a few tonne/
Before I draw for the shark net, & go capture me one
I like to slap em with tongue, & not one up their vag/
Cause they sweat & they stink, like a dried up kebab.
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Who sits and doesn't stand, over eats and does jack sh*t
I'd rather go deep in a spastic, than shag overweight/
I like women like match sticks, without face in a plate
This is not up for debate, my statement I stand by/
If you think this is hate, go blow your air into a bagpipe
They can't even stand right, using a wall as a crutch/
Ain't about what their man like, it's all for their gut
They'll often be sluts, being that nobody wants em/
And if you give it one f*ck, it will bother you constant
With faces like monsters, like the one in Loch Ness/
I never give a toss then, and now I give a toss less
They should do what the doc says, & shed a few tonne/
Before I draw for the shark net, & go capture me one
I like to slap em with tongue, & not one up their vag/
Cause they sweat & they stink, like a dried up kebab.
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“Mr Dunne Murders Poet’s For Fun”
I wandered lonely, lonely as a cloud/
Were the last words of that poet, before I took him the f*ck out
If music be the food of love, then play on/
Was what Shakespeare had muttered, before I slayed the gay mong
Hold on and stay strong, is what Tupac had said/
He got to live cause I liked him, but the others wanted him dead
We loved with a love, that was more than love/
Is what Edgar Poe had wrote, shortly before I bodied that c*nt
There are no strangers here; Only friends you haven’t yet met/
Was the last quote from Yeats, before I had to take off his head
The truth is rarely pure and never simple/
Is what Oscar Wilde had said, before I put a bullet in his temple
The things which I have seen, I now can see no more/
Is what Wordsworth mumbled, lying dead on the floor
Words are, of course, the most powerful drug used by mankind/
Were the last words from Kipling, before I killed him with mine.
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Were the last words of that poet, before I took him the f*ck out
If music be the food of love, then play on/
Was what Shakespeare had muttered, before I slayed the gay mong
Hold on and stay strong, is what Tupac had said/
He got to live cause I liked him, but the others wanted him dead
We loved with a love, that was more than love/
Is what Edgar Poe had wrote, shortly before I bodied that c*nt
There are no strangers here; Only friends you haven’t yet met/
Was the last quote from Yeats, before I had to take off his head
The truth is rarely pure and never simple/
Is what Oscar Wilde had said, before I put a bullet in his temple
The things which I have seen, I now can see no more/
Is what Wordsworth mumbled, lying dead on the floor
Words are, of course, the most powerful drug used by mankind/
Were the last words from Kipling, before I killed him with mine.
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“An Attempted Kidnap Equals Instant Karma”
Once my fat little sister, tried to kidnap my dog/
Like I wouldn't have slapped it's c*nt kid, right in the gob
I thank my God it's a Schizo, & the sh*t a shine through/
Just like it's mum is a dimlo, & as thick as a broom
It's own kid tried to stab it, if I recall it was twice/
Yet instead start to panic, the dad said it wasn't nice
Like how friggin tragic, that this kid even survived/
If I did Juju or black magic, I would sacrifice it's life
It's got the eyes of a spastic, a brain mashed like a spud/
It'll only grow to be a ratchet, & get smashed in the pub
Just like it's grubby little mother, & the mother to this/
Whilst it's chubby little mother, sucks married man d*ck
If it was a rhyme I would've banned it, like my dad did to mine/
Being it's sh*te & I can't stand it, & it's offensive on the eyes
Yet being as defensive as she is, the Narc div will mostly lie/
But takes a pensioner for her sh*t, & then her mother for a ride.
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Like I wouldn't have slapped it's c*nt kid, right in the gob
I thank my God it's a Schizo, & the sh*t a shine through/
Just like it's mum is a dimlo, & as thick as a broom
It's own kid tried to stab it, if I recall it was twice/
Yet instead start to panic, the dad said it wasn't nice
Like how friggin tragic, that this kid even survived/
If I did Juju or black magic, I would sacrifice it's life
It's got the eyes of a spastic, a brain mashed like a spud/
It'll only grow to be a ratchet, & get smashed in the pub
Just like it's grubby little mother, & the mother to this/
Whilst it's chubby little mother, sucks married man d*ck
If it was a rhyme I would've banned it, like my dad did to mine/
Being it's sh*te & I can't stand it, & it's offensive on the eyes
Yet being as defensive as she is, the Narc div will mostly lie/
But takes a pensioner for her sh*t, & then her mother for a ride.
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“Lynn ‘The Grim’ Abbott”
When Lynn 'The Grim' Abbott died, just before she was cremated/
I pulled her flange lips to the side, & made my Staffy penetrate it
He then proceeded to r*pe it, like Christopher Dunne did his kids/
Before he stripped the c*nt naked, & sp*nked doggy c*m on her t*ts
Grabbing the b*tch by her hips, he then gave her love hole a taste/
As he pinned down her cousin, and spat the sp*nk in her face
So I had to f*ck up her face, 'cause she f*cked with my dog/
I punctured her face with a blade, then I made him go wash
I then put the c*nt back in her box, before closing the lid/
Only to smell this hoe on his nob, so I had to hose down his d*ck
Yet still he reeked like a polecat, that was p*ssed on by a fox/
So what I did was light a match, when I heard a knock on the box
I then took the top off the box, and to my suprise, I did see/
That this b*tch was still breathing, so I choked her back to sleep
But there's no need to thank me, when she was grateful for the sex/
And if there's another death in the fam, I hope the two Julie's are next.
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I pulled her flange lips to the side, & made my Staffy penetrate it
He then proceeded to r*pe it, like Christopher Dunne did his kids/
Before he stripped the c*nt naked, & sp*nked doggy c*m on her t*ts
Grabbing the b*tch by her hips, he then gave her love hole a taste/
As he pinned down her cousin, and spat the sp*nk in her face
So I had to f*ck up her face, 'cause she f*cked with my dog/
I punctured her face with a blade, then I made him go wash
I then put the c*nt back in her box, before closing the lid/
Only to smell this hoe on his nob, so I had to hose down his d*ck
Yet still he reeked like a polecat, that was p*ssed on by a fox/
So what I did was light a match, when I heard a knock on the box
I then took the top off the box, and to my suprise, I did see/
That this b*tch was still breathing, so I choked her back to sleep
But there's no need to thank me, when she was grateful for the sex/
And if there's another death in the fam, I hope the two Julie's are next.
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