Horrorcore Rap Verses...
“Just To Darken The Mood”
If that b*tch had got cocky, then stole all the stuff/
I would go catch a body, and turn it's kids into Snuff
If I'm drunk off the Vodi, something will get touched/
Whether it's Noddy or Plod, or the Marshmallow Puff
They'll huff and they'll puff, til they blow your house down/
So go touch what they love, maybe burn their house down
Turn their smiles into frowns, like some clowns at the circus/
From wording tears of a clown, to get em down, like on purpose
If the mind is not nervous, then the worthless need taught/
Just a sock with some Pool Balls, I bet the fool will stop talk
If you were to stalk it for a couple, wearing a muzzle and a wig/
You can then watch it from far, when it goes park with the kids
If they think there's no trouble, they'll park the car where they live/
Just let em live in that bubble, and then you pop up and TIV, OLI
Gardens, their garden, just to darken the mood/
And when the Carp has been Skewed, you've got some BBQ food.
Copyright 2021 The Elusive Mr Dunne (All rights reserved)
I would go catch a body, and turn it's kids into Snuff
If I'm drunk off the Vodi, something will get touched/
Whether it's Noddy or Plod, or the Marshmallow Puff
They'll huff and they'll puff, til they blow your house down/
So go touch what they love, maybe burn their house down
Turn their smiles into frowns, like some clowns at the circus/
From wording tears of a clown, to get em down, like on purpose
If the mind is not nervous, then the worthless need taught/
Just a sock with some Pool Balls, I bet the fool will stop talk
If you were to stalk it for a couple, wearing a muzzle and a wig/
You can then watch it from far, when it goes park with the kids
If they think there's no trouble, they'll park the car where they live/
Just let em live in that bubble, and then you pop up and TIV, OLI
Gardens, their garden, just to darken the mood/
And when the Carp has been Skewed, you've got some BBQ food.
Copyright 2021 The Elusive Mr Dunne (All rights reserved)
"Shallow Graves”
Hmmm...
Them a act bad, like, which part/
Me a kill them kids, no, Witchcraft
Most of them are daft, like, TikTok/
Run up in them house, & a, click clack
Shoot em in the face, & stab em in them heart/
Chop up the family tree, leaf to the bark
Sleep when them wake, & a creep when it dark/
Kill the whole family, & me a leave with the darg
Ras..
Like some dumb fool, you must a thought a fun game/
Until he pulled up at the school, & did a Dunblane
And now we're all back in court, & it's Dunne blamed/
I bet you never hear my dad, or my mum shamed,
Ras...
Shoot up a Pastor, & burn down the church/
Murder & make bastard, then p*ss pon the dirt
Kick down the headstone, like the body it merk/
You fi dig up the body, & make the family them hurt.
Trouble since me born, me a trouble since me born/
Watch them all catch corn, when it pop like Popcaan!
Trouble since me born, me a trouble since me born/
Watch them all catch corn, when it pop like Popcaan!
Copyright 2021 The Elusive Mr Dunne (All rights reserved)
“You’ll Get Bandaged Out Here, Barry”
I want this JoHo to get lippy, so I can break his jaw/
Slap up his divvy mother, and then create this war
Some any old JoHo mug, is what he's taking me for/
Til I pull the plug on what he loves, and await the law
Must be mistaking me for, a man who's not of his word/
Til I bring a ghetto war to his door, in his little suburb
I like to hurt em with verses, before the war in person/
Just to give em all hearses, then some more in person
I dare em to come touch me, so I can bathe in their tears/
When I touch who they love, and I enslave em for years
I shall play with their fears, make em fear what they feared/
I will probably serve years, but worth the hurt and the tears
Of which all will be inflicted, on every victim who's begged it/
From calling to play victim, make him crawl with his neck dipped
What was placid will get hectic, if some acid were to splash him/
So he best watch his lip, before in bandage they wrap him.
Copyright 2020 The Elusive Mr Dunne (All rights reserved)
Slap up his divvy mother, and then create this war
Some any old JoHo mug, is what he's taking me for/
Til I pull the plug on what he loves, and await the law
Must be mistaking me for, a man who's not of his word/
Til I bring a ghetto war to his door, in his little suburb
I like to hurt em with verses, before the war in person/
Just to give em all hearses, then some more in person
I dare em to come touch me, so I can bathe in their tears/
When I touch who they love, and I enslave em for years
I shall play with their fears, make em fear what they feared/
I will probably serve years, but worth the hurt and the tears
Of which all will be inflicted, on every victim who's begged it/
From calling to play victim, make him crawl with his neck dipped
What was placid will get hectic, if some acid were to splash him/
So he best watch his lip, before in bandage they wrap him.
Copyright 2020 The Elusive Mr Dunne (All rights reserved)
“Spiteful People Get Spiteful Treatment”
You're a spiteful old c*nt, and I'm gonna destroy you/
Leaving a loss for any old mug, who might adore you
You must think I'm all talk, and got nothing for you/
Til your talk gets you floored, like a whore do
I could break in your flat, and stand at the end of your bed/
Before choking your throat, as you breathe your last breath
I could beat your head into coma, then go make me a toast/
Before flowing a poem, for the net to go boast
I'm slightly sicker than most, I'm double tapped like a sink/
So f*ck the ones you hold close, like their sh*t doesn't stink
You must think that you're Teflon, like your bones do not break/
Until your features look wonky, with broken bones in your face
Up the staircase I will lift you, just to kick you back down/
That's if the Rambo don't dip you, when I black the f*ck out
With all the hate that's inside me, you ain't prepared for my war/
And since it's her that you love, I'm gonna hurt her a lot more.
Copyright 2020 The Elusive Mr Dunne (All rights reserved)
Leaving a loss for any old mug, who might adore you
You must think I'm all talk, and got nothing for you/
Til your talk gets you floored, like a whore do
I could break in your flat, and stand at the end of your bed/
Before choking your throat, as you breathe your last breath
I could beat your head into coma, then go make me a toast/
Before flowing a poem, for the net to go boast
I'm slightly sicker than most, I'm double tapped like a sink/
So f*ck the ones you hold close, like their sh*t doesn't stink
You must think that you're Teflon, like your bones do not break/
Until your features look wonky, with broken bones in your face
Up the staircase I will lift you, just to kick you back down/
That's if the Rambo don't dip you, when I black the f*ck out
With all the hate that's inside me, you ain't prepared for my war/
And since it's her that you love, I'm gonna hurt her a lot more.
Copyright 2020 The Elusive Mr Dunne (All rights reserved)
“My Real Life Horror Movie, Starring You”
You crossed my kid, now I’m gonna break your jaw/
When you least expect it, and you’re cradling yours
I’ve already got your door number, and the street which you live/
About to get woke from your slumber, when I’ve smoked enough spliff
A little Spirit in the system, and I’ll visit when you’re asleep/
Sitting silent in the bushes, before your screams wake the street
I’m gonna tuck you in neat, like the dad you’ve never had/
And when I appear by your feet, I’ll be discreet as I stab
Your little sl*g of a daughter, will have no choice but to watch/
Being I came here to slaughter, with no intention to stop
Seeing me on top of her parent, in all black and a mask/
Like Jail’s a deterrent, for a mind that’s this dark
A clever bright spark, is what you must think that you are/
Until you’re coughing up blood, from your neck and your heart
You had a choice not to start, but instead you did it and smiled/
Of which riled Mr Dunne, so he did it in front of your child.
Copyright 2020 Mr Dunne (All rights reserved)
When you least expect it, and you’re cradling yours
I’ve already got your door number, and the street which you live/
About to get woke from your slumber, when I’ve smoked enough spliff
A little Spirit in the system, and I’ll visit when you’re asleep/
Sitting silent in the bushes, before your screams wake the street
I’m gonna tuck you in neat, like the dad you’ve never had/
And when I appear by your feet, I’ll be discreet as I stab
Your little sl*g of a daughter, will have no choice but to watch/
Being I came here to slaughter, with no intention to stop
Seeing me on top of her parent, in all black and a mask/
Like Jail’s a deterrent, for a mind that’s this dark
A clever bright spark, is what you must think that you are/
Until you’re coughing up blood, from your neck and your heart
You had a choice not to start, but instead you did it and smiled/
Of which riled Mr Dunne, so he did it in front of your child.
Copyright 2020 Mr Dunne (All rights reserved)
“Larry The Lurker”
Lurking in the bushes, with a rucksack on my back/
A ratchet in my pocket, & I'm high on rocks of crack
I'm sitting here plotting, for a drunk female to attack/
I could spare you the details, but then what would I rap?
A slapper staggers by, so calmly I ask her for directions/
Not waiting for a reply, I filled her arse up with erection
Splitting her in half & into sections, I then bit off her minge/
Before sewing it to my forehead, to give my bald head a fringe
I then binned bagged her body parts, in the bags I buy my weed/
Except her head for which I kept, for lonely nights I couldn't sleep
Now feeling lonely, don't wanna sleep, I proceed to get some head/
From a b*tch who doesn't phone me, smoke my weed or call the Feds
My hairy balls slapping her chin, penis knee-deep down her throat/
I lit the blunt and slapped her c*nt, then I covered her with my load
Drying my c*k off in her nostrils, I got it stuck, my c*ck was flacid/
And since I couldn't take her back to hostel, I dissolved the c*nt in acid.
Copyright 2013 The Elusive Mr Dunne (All rights reserved)
A ratchet in my pocket, & I'm high on rocks of crack
I'm sitting here plotting, for a drunk female to attack/
I could spare you the details, but then what would I rap?
A slapper staggers by, so calmly I ask her for directions/
Not waiting for a reply, I filled her arse up with erection
Splitting her in half & into sections, I then bit off her minge/
Before sewing it to my forehead, to give my bald head a fringe
I then binned bagged her body parts, in the bags I buy my weed/
Except her head for which I kept, for lonely nights I couldn't sleep
Now feeling lonely, don't wanna sleep, I proceed to get some head/
From a b*tch who doesn't phone me, smoke my weed or call the Feds
My hairy balls slapping her chin, penis knee-deep down her throat/
I lit the blunt and slapped her c*nt, then I covered her with my load
Drying my c*k off in her nostrils, I got it stuck, my c*ck was flacid/
And since I couldn't take her back to hostel, I dissolved the c*nt in acid.
Copyright 2013 The Elusive Mr Dunne (All rights reserved)
“When Two Become One”
Good morning Mother, what is it, coffee or tea?
What would you prefer, before I put you to sleep
Chloroform on a cloth Mother, do please have a sniff/
So that you cannot move, when I'm removing your bits
I wanna be you Mother, that's why I'm removing your t*ts
I have a pen*s I cannot use, and I could do with a new clit
I shall make me a new skin suit, with what was your skin/
No matter if the Devil keeps knocking, I shall not let him in
It is they who have sinned Mother, as I am your only Son/
With you from the beginning, since I was swimming in sp*nk
Since when Dad came home drunk, kicking you down the stairs/
But thank God we were drunk, from the drink you had shared
Whilst I was barely an embryo, embedded in your womb/
Yet I was already addicted to violence, & the silence it consumed
So it was obviously I who was doomed, having you as my Mum/
I did exactly what the music box said, and now us two are one.
Copyright 2012 The Elusive Mr Dunne (All rights reserved)
What would you prefer, before I put you to sleep
Chloroform on a cloth Mother, do please have a sniff/
So that you cannot move, when I'm removing your bits
I wanna be you Mother, that's why I'm removing your t*ts
I have a pen*s I cannot use, and I could do with a new clit
I shall make me a new skin suit, with what was your skin/
No matter if the Devil keeps knocking, I shall not let him in
It is they who have sinned Mother, as I am your only Son/
With you from the beginning, since I was swimming in sp*nk
Since when Dad came home drunk, kicking you down the stairs/
But thank God we were drunk, from the drink you had shared
Whilst I was barely an embryo, embedded in your womb/
Yet I was already addicted to violence, & the silence it consumed
So it was obviously I who was doomed, having you as my Mum/
I did exactly what the music box said, and now us two are one.
Copyright 2012 The Elusive Mr Dunne (All rights reserved)
“Shot Up My Sister’s Wedding”
Last night I had a dream, I shot up my sister's wedding/
The groom got groomed, and her mother got beheaded
I threw in a few grenades, which I dashed like confetti/
Apple haze in the blunt, and the blunt was Apple betty
Picking up my mother's head, I shot it up with a shotgun/
On the phone to my bro, I said your mother, you ain't got one
Popped one, popped two, and sent the c*nt to God/
Should of seen the views on YouTube, as everybody watched
Washing the washed like washing, I washed em all in claret/
Wish wash, wish wash, like a donkey to a carrot
Did it on repeat like a Parrott, from the steep like an Eagle/
I strike from above, because these people are feeble
Medieval like evil, I'm deceitful like my dad/
They used to think they'd beat me, now they sleep on a slab
Keep the p's that they have, they can spend em in Hell/
Can't control what's on the pad, can't control the man himself.
Copyright 2017 The Elusive Mr Dunne (All rights reserved)
The groom got groomed, and her mother got beheaded
I threw in a few grenades, which I dashed like confetti/
Apple haze in the blunt, and the blunt was Apple betty
Picking up my mother's head, I shot it up with a shotgun/
On the phone to my bro, I said your mother, you ain't got one
Popped one, popped two, and sent the c*nt to God/
Should of seen the views on YouTube, as everybody watched
Washing the washed like washing, I washed em all in claret/
Wish wash, wish wash, like a donkey to a carrot
Did it on repeat like a Parrott, from the steep like an Eagle/
I strike from above, because these people are feeble
Medieval like evil, I'm deceitful like my dad/
They used to think they'd beat me, now they sleep on a slab
Keep the p's that they have, they can spend em in Hell/
Can't control what's on the pad, can't control the man himself.
Copyright 2017 The Elusive Mr Dunne (All rights reserved)
“Murder In Suburbia”
It was silly of you, to try war me/
Cause now I'm gonna chop up the baby, like it's raw meat
None of my stories, are Balamory/
Hence prison, is the only place for me
It's there I will bask in my glory/
As I sit & laugh, cause you're daft to ignore me
Call the police when you want, they can't law me/
When what I want, is you all looking like Saw 3
Killing me softly like Lauryn, they couldn't do it/
So I pulled up & melted some faces, with fluid
It was stupid of her, leaving you with the baby/
When the grievience that I feed off, got me crazy
Come to take face off, I'm faceless like Jason/
I don't rap for the fame, or entertainment
Filled with hate, I trained myself to be patient/
For the day that I rise, & wipe out three generation.
Copyright 2019 The Elusive Mr Dunne (All rights reserved)
Cause now I'm gonna chop up the baby, like it's raw meat
None of my stories, are Balamory/
Hence prison, is the only place for me
It's there I will bask in my glory/
As I sit & laugh, cause you're daft to ignore me
Call the police when you want, they can't law me/
When what I want, is you all looking like Saw 3
Killing me softly like Lauryn, they couldn't do it/
So I pulled up & melted some faces, with fluid
It was stupid of her, leaving you with the baby/
When the grievience that I feed off, got me crazy
Come to take face off, I'm faceless like Jason/
I don't rap for the fame, or entertainment
Filled with hate, I trained myself to be patient/
For the day that I rise, & wipe out three generation.
Copyright 2019 The Elusive Mr Dunne (All rights reserved)
“Isaiah Dunne”
My humble abode was looted, and the truth was eluded by lies/
So their infants will be dashed to pieces, right before their eyes
All their wives shall be ravished, as I destroy the sinners within/
I will punish these people for their evil, & the wicked for their sins
I will overthrow all of my enemies, like God did Sodom & Gomorrah/
The rising sun will be darkened, & the light will not shine tomorrow
They will be forced to look aghast at each other, their faces aflame/
And will writhe like a woman in labour, who's baby died on the way
Whoever is caught on this cruel day, will then fall by the sword/
As no compassion will be shown to their children, so say the lord
Like a corpse trampled underfoot, they will not join them in burial/
For they must live to witness the terror, of the killing of their people
The offspring of these wicked peoples, will never be mentioned again/
Preparing a place to slaughter sons, for the sins they have no shame
Oh, the raging of my many enemies, they rage like the raging sea/
For now I will remain quite, yet when they rebuke me, I will not flee.
Copyright 2013 The Elusive Mr Dunne (All rights reserved)
So their infants will be dashed to pieces, right before their eyes
All their wives shall be ravished, as I destroy the sinners within/
I will punish these people for their evil, & the wicked for their sins
I will overthrow all of my enemies, like God did Sodom & Gomorrah/
The rising sun will be darkened, & the light will not shine tomorrow
They will be forced to look aghast at each other, their faces aflame/
And will writhe like a woman in labour, who's baby died on the way
Whoever is caught on this cruel day, will then fall by the sword/
As no compassion will be shown to their children, so say the lord
Like a corpse trampled underfoot, they will not join them in burial/
For they must live to witness the terror, of the killing of their people
The offspring of these wicked peoples, will never be mentioned again/
Preparing a place to slaughter sons, for the sins they have no shame
Oh, the raging of my many enemies, they rage like the raging sea/
For now I will remain quite, yet when they rebuke me, I will not flee.
Copyright 2013 The Elusive Mr Dunne (All rights reserved)