FUNNY RAP VERSES...
“Mr. Dunne’s Love Song”
I asked the c*nt, what is she into/
She replied, Mr Dunne's skin flute
I then lit up the blunt, & poured a Gin too/
Before I fisted her bum, & did her minge too
Spreading her legs, I had to give her the Kinsu/
And the way that I sex, had her walking like Pingu
Cause of what I am into, there is many a fetish/
Whether Ugly like Betty, I shall wet up the lettuce
Cause man is like Dennis, except I Menace with Penis/
And since I peddle on bike, they can't spy what the Reg is
I like to flop out my Meat, they like to lie that they're Vegi's/
So when I clock em on street, they tend to hide in the hedges
I lied and said I brought Wedges, like her feet weren't for Crocs/
So when she climbed out the hedges, she got beat with the box
Being that tired of these wenches, I had to lick off some shots/
A shot then bounced of her dentures, and licked down that Thot.
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She replied, Mr Dunne's skin flute
I then lit up the blunt, & poured a Gin too/
Before I fisted her bum, & did her minge too
Spreading her legs, I had to give her the Kinsu/
And the way that I sex, had her walking like Pingu
Cause of what I am into, there is many a fetish/
Whether Ugly like Betty, I shall wet up the lettuce
Cause man is like Dennis, except I Menace with Penis/
And since I peddle on bike, they can't spy what the Reg is
I like to flop out my Meat, they like to lie that they're Vegi's/
So when I clock em on street, they tend to hide in the hedges
I lied and said I brought Wedges, like her feet weren't for Crocs/
So when she climbed out the hedges, she got beat with the box
Being that tired of these wenches, I had to lick off some shots/
A shot then bounced of her dentures, and licked down that Thot.
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“One Jab, Two Jab, Three Jab War”
One jab, two jab, it's just a little juice/
My bad, come back, you gotta get the Boost
Three jab, four jab, what is there to lose/
Five jab, six jab, don't you feel immune
Seven jab, eight jab, you better have the proof/
Nine jab, ten jab, that's the end of you
Instead of reading truth, now we read your Plaque/
Which if you want the truth, reads you're a dozy twat
So here's a poem that raps, you can call it an Ode/
Or even call it an Omen, as all roads lead to Rome
When these humans are cloned, by those who play God/
I can see ocean's start open, like Moses and Rod
If your Lord is of light, you will oppose the Nimrod/
But if your mind is not right, you'll get jabbed like a nob
With the fam that I've got, I bet the lot have got jabbed/
And if they end up in box, I can't promise I'll be sad.
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My bad, come back, you gotta get the Boost
Three jab, four jab, what is there to lose/
Five jab, six jab, don't you feel immune
Seven jab, eight jab, you better have the proof/
Nine jab, ten jab, that's the end of you
Instead of reading truth, now we read your Plaque/
Which if you want the truth, reads you're a dozy twat
So here's a poem that raps, you can call it an Ode/
Or even call it an Omen, as all roads lead to Rome
When these humans are cloned, by those who play God/
I can see ocean's start open, like Moses and Rod
If your Lord is of light, you will oppose the Nimrod/
But if your mind is not right, you'll get jabbed like a nob
With the fam that I've got, I bet the lot have got jabbed/
And if they end up in box, I can't promise I'll be sad.
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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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“One FLU Over The Cuckoo’s Nest”
I wear a mask cause I'm stupid, & stay at home cause of flu/
So if dumbness was a blueprint, I'd be at the front of the queue
I got mugged off for loo-paper, & like a c*nt bought the lot/
With the Sun newspaper in one hand, for the one cell I've got
Like some lost little lamb, I have no job to go work/
Claiming Furlough like UC, as ain't no job to go search
All this hurt is pent up, stuck at home with the wife/
Is why to pitch the tent up, seems a much better life
I'm inside with the kids, like me & the wife have switched roles/
Like I know I'm a div, but why have I gotta live with these trolls
We're so thick that we believe, all of which the BBC says/
I might even change my own gender, from a Bender to a Les
She took a test but it failed, to hit the nail on the head/
So we were left just to guess, what would growl from her legs
With a towel on her head, she likes to pose like she's peng/
With man shoulders & legs, & more rolls than AM.
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So if dumbness was a blueprint, I'd be at the front of the queue
I got mugged off for loo-paper, & like a c*nt bought the lot/
With the Sun newspaper in one hand, for the one cell I've got
Like some lost little lamb, I have no job to go work/
Claiming Furlough like UC, as ain't no job to go search
All this hurt is pent up, stuck at home with the wife/
Is why to pitch the tent up, seems a much better life
I'm inside with the kids, like me & the wife have switched roles/
Like I know I'm a div, but why have I gotta live with these trolls
We're so thick that we believe, all of which the BBC says/
I might even change my own gender, from a Bender to a Les
She took a test but it failed, to hit the nail on the head/
So we were left just to guess, what would growl from her legs
With a towel on her head, she likes to pose like she's peng/
With man shoulders & legs, & more rolls than AM.
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"You're White, You're God Karen, I Get It"
"You're White, You're God Karen, I Get it"
I get it you're white, like your kin no suprise/
You believe the white skin, gives you some kind of right
Like what I'm not sure, I'm just sure you're not right/
Kinda quick to run jaw, then call the law for the fight
I've a feeling you might, be the type of white I don't like/
The type to not like my child, cause her skin is not white
I bred light and not white, best of both, my breads white/
Keeping d*ckheads at distance, but that's not what they like
I've got em stalking my writing, like an Ex from the past/
I guess my talking excites em, like it's sex up the ar*e
Being blessed with an art, their little minds canot tackle/
I was arrested and charged, and then banned by the Fraggle
If I don't write I start rattle, when I'm surrounded by snakes/
Back when mother tried drown me, and went blue did my face
I've been amused by their hate, since they tried to erase me/
Whilst praying to a Christ, they think is white like their babies.
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I get it you're white, like your kin no suprise/
You believe the white skin, gives you some kind of right
Like what I'm not sure, I'm just sure you're not right/
Kinda quick to run jaw, then call the law for the fight
I've a feeling you might, be the type of white I don't like/
The type to not like my child, cause her skin is not white
I bred light and not white, best of both, my breads white/
Keeping d*ckheads at distance, but that's not what they like
I've got em stalking my writing, like an Ex from the past/
I guess my talking excites em, like it's sex up the ar*e
Being blessed with an art, their little minds canot tackle/
I was arrested and charged, and then banned by the Fraggle
If I don't write I start rattle, when I'm surrounded by snakes/
Back when mother tried drown me, and went blue did my face
I've been amused by their hate, since they tried to erase me/
Whilst praying to a Christ, they think is white like their babies.
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“Your Kids Are Funnier Than Comedy”
Is it me, or is your first born, as wonky as your second/
With Eighties jewellery on his wrist, is he still playing Tekken
Like what a div & a weapon, I can tell he's a queer/
By the way that he dresses, to that earring in his ear
You appear to be happy, but we all know it's a front/
Being your children are Chavvy, & quite blatantly all c*nts
You're the mug that done made em, yet can't save em from self/
Like how can you rate em, when they're in need of such help
I would help if I cared, but I don't so I won't/
With all this popcorn to share, it's kinda clear why I gloat
You've no hope like your kids, yet like a div you pretend/
That their illnesses will end, like a week with weekend
What a bellend you are, ain't your car from the nineties/
The wifey didn't love ya, so you had a midlife crisis
A bigger fish than a Pisces, I make mice of these men/
In the most nicest of ways, with just a rhyme & a pen.
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With Eighties jewellery on his wrist, is he still playing Tekken
Like what a div & a weapon, I can tell he's a queer/
By the way that he dresses, to that earring in his ear
You appear to be happy, but we all know it's a front/
Being your children are Chavvy, & quite blatantly all c*nts
You're the mug that done made em, yet can't save em from self/
Like how can you rate em, when they're in need of such help
I would help if I cared, but I don't so I won't/
With all this popcorn to share, it's kinda clear why I gloat
You've no hope like your kids, yet like a div you pretend/
That their illnesses will end, like a week with weekend
What a bellend you are, ain't your car from the nineties/
The wifey didn't love ya, so you had a midlife crisis
A bigger fish than a Pisces, I make mice of these men/
In the most nicest of ways, with just a rhyme & a pen.
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“A Lamb Named Doner & Her Cheap Persona”
Cheap like my persona, are the company I keep/
We get drunk on a Monday, & call a Doner a treat
Lacking honour & pride, it's the dregs that we breed/
The same wasters in life, who say fetch & we reach
Wretched like Fleas, we like to leach like we're Ticks/
From my Creps to my T's, are all on Credit or ticked
All of my friendships, are based on the Intel of a brick/
It then looks like I'm winning, when I outsmart the thick
If there's a pic to be taken, I want centre of attention/
Being a div, my mind's vacant, IQ 20 like Benson
A bit rough round the Edges, less Hedge & More Hog/
I have no clue what this Pledge is, I just polish nob
All I've got in this world, is a girl called Four Seasons/
But ask why & I'll lie, & probably give you four reasons
I've these demons like Ian's, yet his one's can rhyme/
All that's inside me is seman, now wall & ceiling I climb.
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We get drunk on a Monday, & call a Doner a treat
Lacking honour & pride, it's the dregs that we breed/
The same wasters in life, who say fetch & we reach
Wretched like Fleas, we like to leach like we're Ticks/
From my Creps to my T's, are all on Credit or ticked
All of my friendships, are based on the Intel of a brick/
It then looks like I'm winning, when I outsmart the thick
If there's a pic to be taken, I want centre of attention/
Being a div, my mind's vacant, IQ 20 like Benson
A bit rough round the Edges, less Hedge & More Hog/
I have no clue what this Pledge is, I just polish nob
All I've got in this world, is a girl called Four Seasons/
But ask why & I'll lie, & probably give you four reasons
I've these demons like Ian's, yet his one's can rhyme/
All that's inside me is seman, now wall & ceiling I climb.
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“Poor, Pitiful Pearl”
Your kid is so ugly, which then makes me laugh/
Like what kinda f*kery, are you having a laugh
It's got the face of a monkey, with the neck of a Giraffe/
And It's blatantly a numpty, as it comes from a Narc
Looking as daft as the mask, which covers it's face/
Makes stark the reminder, why I bred another race
Taking the p*ss & the biscuits, I'm Drinking the Bourbon/
From an unwanted orphan, to I don't want an abortion
An abomination of a human, I Trapped him like Crack/
Cause unlike my daddy, he just keeps coming back
To a tw*t which is wider, than my waist & the world/
I've got a taste for the Cider, I will make your life HELL
With a girl that fell from my c*nt, like the Fallen from sky/
And being it's bullsh*t I talk, I just can't form a reply
Misinformed I'm not right, my body & mind are deformed/
Whilst I believe my own bull, like a 9'11 Unicorn.
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Like what kinda f*kery, are you having a laugh
It's got the face of a monkey, with the neck of a Giraffe/
And It's blatantly a numpty, as it comes from a Narc
Looking as daft as the mask, which covers it's face/
Makes stark the reminder, why I bred another race
Taking the p*ss & the biscuits, I'm Drinking the Bourbon/
From an unwanted orphan, to I don't want an abortion
An abomination of a human, I Trapped him like Crack/
Cause unlike my daddy, he just keeps coming back
To a tw*t which is wider, than my waist & the world/
I've got a taste for the Cider, I will make your life HELL
With a girl that fell from my c*nt, like the Fallen from sky/
And being it's bullsh*t I talk, I just can't form a reply
Misinformed I'm not right, my body & mind are deformed/
Whilst I believe my own bull, like a 9'11 Unicorn.
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“Compete With Me How Exactly”
My dad made a few Mill, your dad spent his life on the dole/
Your mum then tried to kill, what had no mind or a soul
With this big hole & a void, how could you avoid how you feel/
When you're as thick as a thicko, so you avoid it with pills
Unemployed with no skills, I'd be annoyed I'm that basic/
Like George but not Floyd, Pudding & Pie, come taste it
With eyes filled with hatred, you've the face of a racist/
You make the ugliest of babies, & the truth is you hate this
I made the prettiest of mixed races & this grinds your gears/
Being this tormented & tortured, all you can do is cry tears
Since the year she was born, my one daughter's been hated/
By a small minded race, who can't see they're outdated
I updated their system, & the ungrateful debate me/
When opinions are pittance, they'll hate they can't break me
With no safety from young, I soon learnt to survive/
From the paper to my tongue, & now I'm bursting with pride.
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Your mum then tried to kill, what had no mind or a soul
With this big hole & a void, how could you avoid how you feel/
When you're as thick as a thicko, so you avoid it with pills
Unemployed with no skills, I'd be annoyed I'm that basic/
Like George but not Floyd, Pudding & Pie, come taste it
With eyes filled with hatred, you've the face of a racist/
You make the ugliest of babies, & the truth is you hate this
I made the prettiest of mixed races & this grinds your gears/
Being this tormented & tortured, all you can do is cry tears
Since the year she was born, my one daughter's been hated/
By a small minded race, who can't see they're outdated
I updated their system, & the ungrateful debate me/
When opinions are pittance, they'll hate they can't break me
With no safety from young, I soon learnt to survive/
From the paper to my tongue, & now I'm bursting with pride.
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“A Bitter Pill To Swallow”
What is family, licking someone's arse to stay in their Will/
When you know you can't stand em, yet stand with em still
Like damn that must feel, a bitter pill to go swallow/
Knowing your pockets are fat, yet your insides are hollow
I would go wallow in my pity, if my existence was yours/
But instead you bend over, like you're giving him all fours
All for the sake of some paper, you can't hustle yourself/
That's some real gay behaviour, how bout man up yourself
Cause now you look like your mother, a whore for the dough/
Like ain't you mad he didn't love her, or love you & it shows
You're like a hoe with a flange, that's all bent out of shape/
When she believed every man, who ever said they would stay
So she gave up her V, for the D & some C/
Just to end up with a baby, & a ST to the D
Best believe I'm a nightmare, can't you tell by my words/
Or is your head so deep in the sand, you can't stand what I serve.
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When you know you can't stand em, yet stand with em still
Like damn that must feel, a bitter pill to go swallow/
Knowing your pockets are fat, yet your insides are hollow
I would go wallow in my pity, if my existence was yours/
But instead you bend over, like you're giving him all fours
All for the sake of some paper, you can't hustle yourself/
That's some real gay behaviour, how bout man up yourself
Cause now you look like your mother, a whore for the dough/
Like ain't you mad he didn't love her, or love you & it shows
You're like a hoe with a flange, that's all bent out of shape/
When she believed every man, who ever said they would stay
So she gave up her V, for the D & some C/
Just to end up with a baby, & a ST to the D
Best believe I'm a nightmare, can't you tell by my words/
Or is your head so deep in the sand, you can't stand what I serve.
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“Asda Karen”
You are to do what I tell ya, not what I do/
Or get rude & I'll yell at ya, I'll tell security too
Feeling alarmed & distressed, I'll have you removed/
Being that my love-life's a mess, it's best I blame you
I will have you arrested, & then banned from this store/
If you continue to stress me, & disagree with my law
I'm sure when a policeman arrives, it's my side he'll take/
As I slave for 8.95, so that wage makes me great
I won't debate with a chav, or be told that I'm wrong/
I work minimum wage, Asda, just to feel I belong
Being my life is so empty, since the kids have all gone/
That bag will cost you 10p, & you better scan the Scone
Keeping on is the reason, why my hubby got up & left/
Yet instead of learn my lesson, I get any other's upset
You have set off the detectors, now give up what you've stole/
Neither a Fed or Detective, yet I have this need to control.
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Or get rude & I'll yell at ya, I'll tell security too
Feeling alarmed & distressed, I'll have you removed/
Being that my love-life's a mess, it's best I blame you
I will have you arrested, & then banned from this store/
If you continue to stress me, & disagree with my law
I'm sure when a policeman arrives, it's my side he'll take/
As I slave for 8.95, so that wage makes me great
I won't debate with a chav, or be told that I'm wrong/
I work minimum wage, Asda, just to feel I belong
Being my life is so empty, since the kids have all gone/
That bag will cost you 10p, & you better scan the Scone
Keeping on is the reason, why my hubby got up & left/
Yet instead of learn my lesson, I get any other's upset
You have set off the detectors, now give up what you've stole/
Neither a Fed or Detective, yet I have this need to control.
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“Shush Your Mush & Trim Your Bush”
Corfu for your fortieth, like how poor are you/
Like what did that cost ya, a score times two
I guarantee it was all-inclusive, for about 400 quid/
Yet you act like you've made it, you funny broke b*tch
Your lifestyle is average, get married & have kids/
And being this basic, I'm ashamed I gave you d*ck
Your pay by the day day-boat, is hardly Jigga's Yaught/
Still you pose like it's Vogue, & it shows on your gob
When I left you were mixed, & my daughter was too/
But then a long came him, shagging the black out of you
And now the Africa has gone, while the Europe still stands/
Like an Egyptian God, knocking off nose with the hand
So they could pretend that the Sphinx, was indeed not black/
Kind of a bit like you, when you went Rock & not Rap
And no I won't take it back, I call it rap, take me court/
And no I won't take you back, you ain't black you little fool.
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Like what did that cost ya, a score times two
I guarantee it was all-inclusive, for about 400 quid/
Yet you act like you've made it, you funny broke b*tch
Your lifestyle is average, get married & have kids/
And being this basic, I'm ashamed I gave you d*ck
Your pay by the day day-boat, is hardly Jigga's Yaught/
Still you pose like it's Vogue, & it shows on your gob
When I left you were mixed, & my daughter was too/
But then a long came him, shagging the black out of you
And now the Africa has gone, while the Europe still stands/
Like an Egyptian God, knocking off nose with the hand
So they could pretend that the Sphinx, was indeed not black/
Kind of a bit like you, when you went Rock & not Rap
And no I won't take it back, I call it rap, take me court/
And no I won't take you back, you ain't black you little fool.
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“Nonces Everywhere”
If my bloodline weren't such, a bunch of white nonces/
I might actually respect em, & their mindless responses
Spineless like Snakes, I'm just timeless like watches/
Watching the hate I create, like the grade in these boxes
More cunning than a Fox is, I only strike when it's dark/
With a mind which is toxic, commit crime & just laugh
I see from the height of a Giraffe, with eyes like an Owl/
So to war me's just daft, & you'll know when you fail
Getting nailed to a cross, just like God did his son/
Is how I get my point across, & the point is you're done
I will boy any c*nt, who thinks he can come work a pen/
Being to destroy some little c*nt, is what works my bell-end
I promise when my world ends, I'll be taking a few/
Not with Cancer in a bed, if you think this, take a pew
All of you that have crossed me, will pay the ultimate price/
And the price shall be costly, & will most likely cost life.
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I might actually respect em, & their mindless responses
Spineless like Snakes, I'm just timeless like watches/
Watching the hate I create, like the grade in these boxes
More cunning than a Fox is, I only strike when it's dark/
With a mind which is toxic, commit crime & just laugh
I see from the height of a Giraffe, with eyes like an Owl/
So to war me's just daft, & you'll know when you fail
Getting nailed to a cross, just like God did his son/
Is how I get my point across, & the point is you're done
I will boy any c*nt, who thinks he can come work a pen/
Being to destroy some little c*nt, is what works my bell-end
I promise when my world ends, I'll be taking a few/
Not with Cancer in a bed, if you think this, take a pew
All of you that have crossed me, will pay the ultimate price/
And the price shall be costly, & will most likely cost life.
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“Quick At The Door Like Quick Draw McGraw”
I took to religion, when the wifey left me/
With a book that was written, for a mind that's empty
I claim Jesus did what he didn't, cause my life is empty/
Whilst keeping secrets hidden, that might just end me
I wasn't given permission, still I made him an enemy/
Which gave him the ammunition, for a lyrical cemetery
And I believe the Lord sent me, to knock people's doors/
Maybe the Lord should have taught me, to not start no wars
When it comes to the family, I think I'm head of the clan/
Yet I'm a sixty year old man, who's been left without flange
I hang around with the nans, and I bang on about god/
To a family who can't stand me, and think I'm a nob
The last time I was hard, was when the country was white/
And being so washed up in life, I go sleep at half nine at night
I think that's the time he will strike, so it's best I sip Cocoa/
If going by what he writes, he wants to extinct me like Dodo,
But no slip this Jo-Ho.
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With a book that was written, for a mind that's empty
I claim Jesus did what he didn't, cause my life is empty/
Whilst keeping secrets hidden, that might just end me
I wasn't given permission, still I made him an enemy/
Which gave him the ammunition, for a lyrical cemetery
And I believe the Lord sent me, to knock people's doors/
Maybe the Lord should have taught me, to not start no wars
When it comes to the family, I think I'm head of the clan/
Yet I'm a sixty year old man, who's been left without flange
I hang around with the nans, and I bang on about god/
To a family who can't stand me, and think I'm a nob
The last time I was hard, was when the country was white/
And being so washed up in life, I go sleep at half nine at night
I think that's the time he will strike, so it's best I sip Cocoa/
If going by what he writes, he wants to extinct me like Dodo,
But no slip this Jo-Ho.
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“You Luv Are A Munter”
Imagine making Keleigh a mum/
Then kneeling, and eating it’s clunge/
The only friend she can keep, is her mum/
My only friend I’m about to go deeper, than Dunne
She’s some fat little munter, with terrible skin/
Wearing a man bun on her head, as she’s so dead within
Seeing him love the kids, more than he’ll ever love her/
Is what gets under her skin, cause it’s them he prefers
I’ve seen less fur on a Bear, and less fat on a Whale/
And though life isn’t fair, somebody should put that on scale
Like I’m sure it reads Braille, being it’s eyes are too heavy/
From all the food that it eats, like it ain’t ate already
It ain’t even top heavy, it’s just fat and it’s rough/
So mummy gave it a house, for it to sh*t kids from it’s muff
Yet with the face of a Gruffalo, and a Buffalo’s body/
It needs to stop acting buff, when it’s all butters and sloppy.
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Then kneeling, and eating it’s clunge/
The only friend she can keep, is her mum/
My only friend I’m about to go deeper, than Dunne
She’s some fat little munter, with terrible skin/
Wearing a man bun on her head, as she’s so dead within
Seeing him love the kids, more than he’ll ever love her/
Is what gets under her skin, cause it’s them he prefers
I’ve seen less fur on a Bear, and less fat on a Whale/
And though life isn’t fair, somebody should put that on scale
Like I’m sure it reads Braille, being it’s eyes are too heavy/
From all the food that it eats, like it ain’t ate already
It ain’t even top heavy, it’s just fat and it’s rough/
So mummy gave it a house, for it to sh*t kids from it’s muff
Yet with the face of a Gruffalo, and a Buffalo’s body/
It needs to stop acting buff, when it’s all butters and sloppy.
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“When You Find The Wifey On AdultWork”
This female has permitted you, to become her personal property/
You have a job to do my son, and you best do the job properly
She'll give you a daughter and son, in exchange for your monopoly/
While your caught under the thumb, like I thought you was noshing me
With washing for the washing machine, that neither of you can work/
Like I'm sure this b*tch is conning me, it's time for a Google search
You then do a search on Adultwork, in the area of which you live/
All the while you thought she hadn't worked, like Haddock without Chips
It's then you see a pair of ti*s, that you think you've seen before/
So you glimpse through all the pics, until your jaw it hits the floor
Your baby mother is a whore, licking it raw for just a sixty/
And if you give her a score more, up the back door you go quickly
Not particularly impressed, you call a friend you can rely on/
Who happens to be me, and d*cks her down in her Nylon
Sp*nking on the pillow you cried on, in your martial bed/
And since she wears the trousers, I guess you give the head.
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You have a job to do my son, and you best do the job properly
She'll give you a daughter and son, in exchange for your monopoly/
While your caught under the thumb, like I thought you was noshing me
With washing for the washing machine, that neither of you can work/
Like I'm sure this b*tch is conning me, it's time for a Google search
You then do a search on Adultwork, in the area of which you live/
All the while you thought she hadn't worked, like Haddock without Chips
It's then you see a pair of ti*s, that you think you've seen before/
So you glimpse through all the pics, until your jaw it hits the floor
Your baby mother is a whore, licking it raw for just a sixty/
And if you give her a score more, up the back door you go quickly
Not particularly impressed, you call a friend you can rely on/
Who happens to be me, and d*cks her down in her Nylon
Sp*nking on the pillow you cried on, in your martial bed/
And since she wears the trousers, I guess you give the head.
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“F*ck A Duck Lip”
These type of,
White women don't have any lips, so they buy em/
And then they look a lot more simple, than Simon
Tweak the nipples, and they'll gush like a Hydrant/
But can't cook you any dinner, or work an iron
When they say they're a virgin, check the hymen/
And they'll squirt out his sperm, from excitement
Often in their mind they'll fantasize, over fireman/
Which is a red flag, when they're glad for the sirens
Daddy issues is the reason, their breast size increases/
Like please come and touch me, my Nessi needs feeding
Hating what I see in the mirror, my bodies covered in tatts/
I just make myself thinner, and maybe daddy'll come back
Like every man never did, after a night of the humping/
And though this Narcassist is nasty, it's him that I'm loving
I tell myself I'm an empath, therefore I cannot be blamed/
When I fell for a Sociopath, who I thought I could change.
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White women don't have any lips, so they buy em/
And then they look a lot more simple, than Simon
Tweak the nipples, and they'll gush like a Hydrant/
But can't cook you any dinner, or work an iron
When they say they're a virgin, check the hymen/
And they'll squirt out his sperm, from excitement
Often in their mind they'll fantasize, over fireman/
Which is a red flag, when they're glad for the sirens
Daddy issues is the reason, their breast size increases/
Like please come and touch me, my Nessi needs feeding
Hating what I see in the mirror, my bodies covered in tatts/
I just make myself thinner, and maybe daddy'll come back
Like every man never did, after a night of the humping/
And though this Narcassist is nasty, it's him that I'm loving
I tell myself I'm an empath, therefore I cannot be blamed/
When I fell for a Sociopath, who I thought I could change.
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“Dear Mr Policeman”
Dear Mr Policeman, I need to ask you for permission/
To pen a couple bars, and not have to go craft back in prison
I've been imbalanced since a kid, getting hit with precision/
Yet with every premonition, this is not what I envisioned
I feel it's like Nuclear fission, being explained to the dumb/
Being I suffered prohibition, for what my family had done
With this being the ignition, to the fire that was started/
Inside of a heart that won't die, til I'm departed
I've been carted away by the law, & had a bar on my pen/
Which I use as a sword, for whenever the Lord says when
And when the Lord says strike, I strike with such force/
All the while I'm hard to find, like my heart & remorse
From being caught & the slipper, to going court for my rap/
Calling me a wannabe n*gga, now they call me in for rap
A quarter black, is why they did, what they said that they didn't/
Anyway, less of the facts, hit me back, with a decision.
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To pen a couple bars, and not have to go craft back in prison
I've been imbalanced since a kid, getting hit with precision/
Yet with every premonition, this is not what I envisioned
I feel it's like Nuclear fission, being explained to the dumb/
Being I suffered prohibition, for what my family had done
With this being the ignition, to the fire that was started/
Inside of a heart that won't die, til I'm departed
I've been carted away by the law, & had a bar on my pen/
Which I use as a sword, for whenever the Lord says when
And when the Lord says strike, I strike with such force/
All the while I'm hard to find, like my heart & remorse
From being caught & the slipper, to going court for my rap/
Calling me a wannabe n*gga, now they call me in for rap
A quarter black, is why they did, what they said that they didn't/
Anyway, less of the facts, hit me back, with a decision.
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“My Ex-Mate’s Poor Life Choices”
They're quick to trap a man, even quicker to get in to bed/
They've made your d*ck their plan, & they don't plan to give you head
In their heads they're getting pregnant, yet in yours you're getting laid/
Now you're needed every second, there's no more Tekken getting played
You're now dead without a grave, made to slave around the house/
Whilst she lays & fills her face, & sh*t's another baby out
For you to go out would cause a row, so you sit indoors instead/
Yet you still haven't figured out, why his hair's the colour red
You look dead in all your pictures, like I wish I stuck to rap/
Instead her legs smells of kippers, & like a div I'm stuck with that
Just to pray I'd need permission, so my decision is not to pray/
I just wished I had listened, when Ian told me to kick it in the face
Being the case I would've got, is nothing to the sentence that I live/
Instead I went & made a sloth, the second mother to my kids
She's about as fit as an athlete, with athletes foot & don't run/
If you think she's a freak, you should see baby mum number one.
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They've made your d*ck their plan, & they don't plan to give you head
In their heads they're getting pregnant, yet in yours you're getting laid/
Now you're needed every second, there's no more Tekken getting played
You're now dead without a grave, made to slave around the house/
Whilst she lays & fills her face, & sh*t's another baby out
For you to go out would cause a row, so you sit indoors instead/
Yet you still haven't figured out, why his hair's the colour red
You look dead in all your pictures, like I wish I stuck to rap/
Instead her legs smells of kippers, & like a div I'm stuck with that
Just to pray I'd need permission, so my decision is not to pray/
I just wished I had listened, when Ian told me to kick it in the face
Being the case I would've got, is nothing to the sentence that I live/
Instead I went & made a sloth, the second mother to my kids
She's about as fit as an athlete, with athletes foot & don't run/
If you think she's a freak, you should see baby mum number one.
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“Grow In Santa’s Grotto”
F*ck em all is the motto, and it is good/
I would grow in Santa's Grotto, if I could/
I used to wallow in my sorrow, in the woods/
Now every day is like the Lotto, understood/
I smoke good & in the hood, they call it peng/
And every Z is like, a one bed for rent
I went from Haze & The Cheese, to the Cali/
To the Wedding Cake, SFV, from the Valley
I've seen P's from the keys, like a scally/
Not the type of Geez, to appease to his Daddy
Treat em mean keep em keen, scheme in bally/
I spit a mean sixteen, & disappear like Maddie
The goody goodies don't like me, I'm The Baddie/
Cause deep down they wanna be me, like badly
First they love me, then they hate me, like madly/
Wanna punch me, but can't break me, like sadly.
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I would grow in Santa's Grotto, if I could/
I used to wallow in my sorrow, in the woods/
Now every day is like the Lotto, understood/
I smoke good & in the hood, they call it peng/
And every Z is like, a one bed for rent
I went from Haze & The Cheese, to the Cali/
To the Wedding Cake, SFV, from the Valley
I've seen P's from the keys, like a scally/
Not the type of Geez, to appease to his Daddy
Treat em mean keep em keen, scheme in bally/
I spit a mean sixteen, & disappear like Maddie
The goody goodies don't like me, I'm The Baddie/
Cause deep down they wanna be me, like badly
First they love me, then they hate me, like madly/
Wanna punch me, but can't break me, like sadly.
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“My Dysfunctional Family”
Julia Champion Dunne for a step mum, Martin Dunne is my Dad/
Tina Sapsford is my mother, and Eileen Goldstone is my nan
Christopher Dunne is my uncle, and Fat Karen is his wife/
Lynn Abbott was another aunty, who slagged it up until she died/
My daughter's mother Vicki's mixed, though she wants to be white/
Same as her brother Charlie, ever since their black daddy took flight
I look right and I look left, cause of all the sh*t that I write/
My other sister got bred by a married man, who still f*cks his wife/
All the while scamming my nan, for her pension plan from her purse/
The same nan who brought her up, when our mum's Alcoholism got worse
I come from the worst of the worst, I think this hearse needs to hurry/
It's not like I will cry when they die, or even miss my dad or mummy
I will still eat my goat curry, and still smoke my high grade weed/
Because I am not a needy human, who relies on people I don't need
I have a dream I can see, so all but my daughter are irelevant/
I cannot side with these sheep, because I'm way too intelligent.
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Tina Sapsford is my mother, and Eileen Goldstone is my nan
Christopher Dunne is my uncle, and Fat Karen is his wife/
Lynn Abbott was another aunty, who slagged it up until she died/
My daughter's mother Vicki's mixed, though she wants to be white/
Same as her brother Charlie, ever since their black daddy took flight
I look right and I look left, cause of all the sh*t that I write/
My other sister got bred by a married man, who still f*cks his wife/
All the while scamming my nan, for her pension plan from her purse/
The same nan who brought her up, when our mum's Alcoholism got worse
I come from the worst of the worst, I think this hearse needs to hurry/
It's not like I will cry when they die, or even miss my dad or mummy
I will still eat my goat curry, and still smoke my high grade weed/
Because I am not a needy human, who relies on people I don't need
I have a dream I can see, so all but my daughter are irelevant/
I cannot side with these sheep, because I'm way too intelligent.
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“My Daddy’s Funeral”
Paperwork in place, for when the day my daddy dies/
Cause being I'm his first born, I think I have some rights
Already thinking what to buy, with the millions he has/
I might move into his house, when he's chilling with his dad
I'll probably hand out his money, to the non-white & the poor/
Knowing that if I did this, I couldn't possibly annoy him anymore
I'm gonna pay for a couple shootings, including him at his funeral/
Before I piss on his corpse, and use his body as a urinal
The day shall be beautiful, unlike any of his wives/
I shall take along my daughter, as that's the race that he likes
I've already wrote him some poems, to perform at the church/
Though I doubt many will stay, when I start spit the first verse
I'm the worst of the worst, with this curse I've been blessed/
And with every word, is nearer the word, they will use to arrest
I know the family will be impressed, when his funeral's a rave/
I shall wear an S on my chest, as I'm coming to save the day.
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Cause being I'm his first born, I think I have some rights
Already thinking what to buy, with the millions he has/
I might move into his house, when he's chilling with his dad
I'll probably hand out his money, to the non-white & the poor/
Knowing that if I did this, I couldn't possibly annoy him anymore
I'm gonna pay for a couple shootings, including him at his funeral/
Before I piss on his corpse, and use his body as a urinal
The day shall be beautiful, unlike any of his wives/
I shall take along my daughter, as that's the race that he likes
I've already wrote him some poems, to perform at the church/
Though I doubt many will stay, when I start spit the first verse
I'm the worst of the worst, with this curse I've been blessed/
And with every word, is nearer the word, they will use to arrest
I know the family will be impressed, when his funeral's a rave/
I shall wear an S on my chest, as I'm coming to save the day.
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“Dear Warren”
Dear Warren...
You thought that you could try & bully me, by threatening me down the phone/
Yet being that you are two to a penny, I chose to offend you with what I wrote
And being the coked up little man that you are, I had offended your feminine ego/
So one night when I wasn't at my studio flat, you chose to break into my home
When you realised I wasn't home, you chose to trash my flat and sit and wait/
But being that you aren't the smartest of men, you made many a little mistake
First of all you urinated all over the floor, like DNA didn't cross your little mind/
Secondly you left a pint of milk in the fridge, with your fingerprints on the side
And finally, thirdly you're a frigging idiot, for returning to the scene of the crime/
Especially when your Wifey is the guarantor, for a big debt that is no longer mine
I calculate it to be around £4000, and that's a nice amount for me to have saved/
So the high-grade is on you, so thank you, and yes I'll take a eighth of the haze
Now it looks like the last laugh is on you, like you and you're idle Facebook threats/
I guess the bullyboy behaviour has backfired, now that you're paying for my rent
And that's really not money well spent, being that I haven't returned for months/
Yet I know that you have stolen all what was home, like a disturbed little runt
With a weak minded mentality, that has lead to Karma happy slapping you hard/
As well as a rhyme filled with mockery, to mock you & your sensitive little heart
And if I don't hand in the door keys, the amount will continue to rise by the day/
So I've posted them to you non-recorded, I hope they didn't get lost along the way.
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You thought that you could try & bully me, by threatening me down the phone/
Yet being that you are two to a penny, I chose to offend you with what I wrote
And being the coked up little man that you are, I had offended your feminine ego/
So one night when I wasn't at my studio flat, you chose to break into my home
When you realised I wasn't home, you chose to trash my flat and sit and wait/
But being that you aren't the smartest of men, you made many a little mistake
First of all you urinated all over the floor, like DNA didn't cross your little mind/
Secondly you left a pint of milk in the fridge, with your fingerprints on the side
And finally, thirdly you're a frigging idiot, for returning to the scene of the crime/
Especially when your Wifey is the guarantor, for a big debt that is no longer mine
I calculate it to be around £4000, and that's a nice amount for me to have saved/
So the high-grade is on you, so thank you, and yes I'll take a eighth of the haze
Now it looks like the last laugh is on you, like you and you're idle Facebook threats/
I guess the bullyboy behaviour has backfired, now that you're paying for my rent
And that's really not money well spent, being that I haven't returned for months/
Yet I know that you have stolen all what was home, like a disturbed little runt
With a weak minded mentality, that has lead to Karma happy slapping you hard/
As well as a rhyme filled with mockery, to mock you & your sensitive little heart
And if I don't hand in the door keys, the amount will continue to rise by the day/
So I've posted them to you non-recorded, I hope they didn't get lost along the way.
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“Supermarket Cereal Shagger”
Back in 2002, the year of which my daughter was born/
Was a story in The Sun paper, which was similar to porn
A couple in Sainsbury's toilets, had been caught shagging/
The headline read "Was This You?", as nobody was bragging
For a laugh I called them, & said it was me & my childs mum/
They then met us for an interview, then put the story into The Sun
Next was That's Life Magazine, followed by a double page in The Sport/
"Super Market Cereal Shaggers, He's Always Taking Her Up The Isle"
I never thought this would have gone so far, then we got a call from RTL/
Who filmed us dry humping on a tram, before they aired it to the world
As you can probably tell, this didn't go down too well with my dad/
Cause the whole world now knew, of the mixed race family that I had
I had sold a lie to the paper, which had now grew and gone viral/
Grands we had made quite a few, and then made quite a few rival
I've always known I'd be liable, if this lie was ever exposed/
But I am smart, the press are not, and that's just the way that it goes.
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Was a story in The Sun paper, which was similar to porn
A couple in Sainsbury's toilets, had been caught shagging/
The headline read "Was This You?", as nobody was bragging
For a laugh I called them, & said it was me & my childs mum/
They then met us for an interview, then put the story into The Sun
Next was That's Life Magazine, followed by a double page in The Sport/
"Super Market Cereal Shaggers, He's Always Taking Her Up The Isle"
I never thought this would have gone so far, then we got a call from RTL/
Who filmed us dry humping on a tram, before they aired it to the world
As you can probably tell, this didn't go down too well with my dad/
Cause the whole world now knew, of the mixed race family that I had
I had sold a lie to the paper, which had now grew and gone viral/
Grands we had made quite a few, and then made quite a few rival
I've always known I'd be liable, if this lie was ever exposed/
But I am smart, the press are not, and that's just the way that it goes.
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“Show Me On The Doll”
Where on the doll did they touch you, it's ok you can talk/
I can tell that they've f*cked you, just look at my thoughts
They'll pretend they all love you, so they don't go to court/
I just know when they hug you, they have horrible thoughts
I would call social services, if I was you/
And request a new family, to come & foster you
You've already lost the war, & you've only begun/
With a family so poor, & I ain't talking bout funds
Wondering if mum will tell the truth, or just lie like the rest/
Who you were born to ain't cute, with a bloodline of incest
You'll likely grow up depressed, & start to self harm/
When you start see the mess, that made me ring the alarm
With more bars than you've had bottles, & like nettles they sting/
All my life I've been troubled, until I settled in as the king
Don't believe a thing that they tell you, when they lie everyday/
I just hope they don't jail you, when things don't go their way.
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I can tell that they've f*cked you, just look at my thoughts
They'll pretend they all love you, so they don't go to court/
I just know when they hug you, they have horrible thoughts
I would call social services, if I was you/
And request a new family, to come & foster you
You've already lost the war, & you've only begun/
With a family so poor, & I ain't talking bout funds
Wondering if mum will tell the truth, or just lie like the rest/
Who you were born to ain't cute, with a bloodline of incest
You'll likely grow up depressed, & start to self harm/
When you start see the mess, that made me ring the alarm
With more bars than you've had bottles, & like nettles they sting/
All my life I've been troubled, until I settled in as the king
Don't believe a thing that they tell you, when they lie everyday/
I just hope they don't jail you, when things don't go their way.
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“The Fine Art Of Self Importance”
The Kendal Museum Collection, Of Fine Art Taxidermy/
Was apparantly written, by a dyslexic who cannot out word me
What disturbs me the most, is this man is my dad/
And likes to pretend to the globe, that he can use a pen & a pad
When usually my pen makes him sad, like a fat boy without cake/
And for this I am glad, like when his wife left him to break
I'm blatantly a mistake, one of which they cannot retract/
Like if he got anymore fake, he'd ghostwrite for Drake's tracks
I feel to take it right back, all the way back to back then/
But I'm afraid a heart attack, is what he'll have from my pen
And if I strike him again, they'll probably send me to jail/
Because men are no longer men, & cry over broke fingernail
If you can be hurt with a pen, what you are is called weak/
As only a Lion gets to roar, whilst the mouse has to squeak
I go deep like conning a house, from your cancer riddled mum/
And I will never shut my mouth, cause I'm related to scum.
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Was apparantly written, by a dyslexic who cannot out word me
What disturbs me the most, is this man is my dad/
And likes to pretend to the globe, that he can use a pen & a pad
When usually my pen makes him sad, like a fat boy without cake/
And for this I am glad, like when his wife left him to break
I'm blatantly a mistake, one of which they cannot retract/
Like if he got anymore fake, he'd ghostwrite for Drake's tracks
I feel to take it right back, all the way back to back then/
But I'm afraid a heart attack, is what he'll have from my pen
And if I strike him again, they'll probably send me to jail/
Because men are no longer men, & cry over broke fingernail
If you can be hurt with a pen, what you are is called weak/
As only a Lion gets to roar, whilst the mouse has to squeak
I go deep like conning a house, from your cancer riddled mum/
And I will never shut my mouth, cause I'm related to scum.
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“Deep-Seated Daddy Issues”
Love me, love me, please tell me that you love me/
I know I sound needy, but please tell me I'm not ugly
Whenever we're in public, I want you to hug me/
It's obvious I've trust issues, that's why I'm not trusty
I want you to touch me, anytime somebody is close/
But I won't let you f*ck me, til you prove you won't go
Like my daddy & my ex, who both left me really quick/
So I'm quick to spread my legs, for men who ain't sh*t
I think all men are pr*cks, who can't keep it in their pants/
It's not me whose a b*tch, they just call me a loose skank
More sperm than a bank, yet still my p*ssy doesn't stink/
They say that I smell rank, but I don't care what they think
Cause I know that I'm pretty, & I'll make a fit little wife/
Even though mum failed at marriage, I'll still give it a try
If I have to lie to make you love me, then don't think I won't/
Hence I am pregnant with your baby, no proof, I just know.
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I know I sound needy, but please tell me I'm not ugly
Whenever we're in public, I want you to hug me/
It's obvious I've trust issues, that's why I'm not trusty
I want you to touch me, anytime somebody is close/
But I won't let you f*ck me, til you prove you won't go
Like my daddy & my ex, who both left me really quick/
So I'm quick to spread my legs, for men who ain't sh*t
I think all men are pr*cks, who can't keep it in their pants/
It's not me whose a b*tch, they just call me a loose skank
More sperm than a bank, yet still my p*ssy doesn't stink/
They say that I smell rank, but I don't care what they think
Cause I know that I'm pretty, & I'll make a fit little wife/
Even though mum failed at marriage, I'll still give it a try
If I have to lie to make you love me, then don't think I won't/
Hence I am pregnant with your baby, no proof, I just know.
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“Christopher Dean”
This Christopher Dean character, is a funny little guy/
An angry little wide boy, who dresses like he's nine
His soon to be wife Angie, is heavily into the brown/
And with a face like that, I think it needs putting down
The ring sitting on her finger, blatantly comes in a cracker/
Though to a smack head like that, it makes her feel dapper
Wearing a cap & chain like a rapper, with the look of a cunt/
I think he should commit Hari kari like his mentally ill mum
His son is a battered bitch boy, who's too scared to hit back/
But I really can't blame the little pr*ck, having a daddy like that
The best daddy could come with, was "Dunne takes it up the bum"/
So Mr Dunne chose to get lyrical, and then r*ped his dead mum
It's gonna be redrum for the lot of 'em, if they arrive at my door/
Not that they have money for travel, when it's 0.4 for a score
I swear Bradley is still mourning, for a dead child that isn't his/
And with this many clowns to abuse, how can I not take the piss.
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An angry little wide boy, who dresses like he's nine
His soon to be wife Angie, is heavily into the brown/
And with a face like that, I think it needs putting down
The ring sitting on her finger, blatantly comes in a cracker/
Though to a smack head like that, it makes her feel dapper
Wearing a cap & chain like a rapper, with the look of a cunt/
I think he should commit Hari kari like his mentally ill mum
His son is a battered bitch boy, who's too scared to hit back/
But I really can't blame the little pr*ck, having a daddy like that
The best daddy could come with, was "Dunne takes it up the bum"/
So Mr Dunne chose to get lyrical, and then r*ped his dead mum
It's gonna be redrum for the lot of 'em, if they arrive at my door/
Not that they have money for travel, when it's 0.4 for a score
I swear Bradley is still mourning, for a dead child that isn't his/
And with this many clowns to abuse, how can I not take the piss.
Copyright 2013 The Elusive Mr Dunne (All rights reserved)
“Black Gangs Scare You Don’t They”
I'm loving all the black gangs, in your town right now/
Don't pretend you're not sweating, from your right eye brow
I just hope what I pen, they don't find out some how/
When pro-white, ain't what they like, when knives come out
I bet you're really nice now, so they don't find out/
So every night that you're out, your life don't come out
When it's out & about, like the talk of the town/
At the first round about, is what I'm talking about
Too much talk with the trout, gets a fork in the mouth/
I went from walking about, to just stalking the house
You're a horse in a blouse, & I'm a Don with my pen/
So stop horseing around, before I wrong you again
I like to bomb with my pen, like The West bombs East/
And you're the Mong whose men, wears Tesco briefs
You're made out of chicken, so it's best you don't beef/
Or I'll show you how I kick it, on a Hip-hop beat.
Copyright 2018 The Elusive Mr Dunne (All rights reserved)
Don't pretend you're not sweating, from your right eye brow
I just hope what I pen, they don't find out some how/
When pro-white, ain't what they like, when knives come out
I bet you're really nice now, so they don't find out/
So every night that you're out, your life don't come out
When it's out & about, like the talk of the town/
At the first round about, is what I'm talking about
Too much talk with the trout, gets a fork in the mouth/
I went from walking about, to just stalking the house
You're a horse in a blouse, & I'm a Don with my pen/
So stop horseing around, before I wrong you again
I like to bomb with my pen, like The West bombs East/
And you're the Mong whose men, wears Tesco briefs
You're made out of chicken, so it's best you don't beef/
Or I'll show you how I kick it, on a Hip-hop beat.
Copyright 2018 The Elusive Mr Dunne (All rights reserved)