NARCISSISTIC INJURY POETRY...
"Your Narc Partner Can't Love Ya!"
Your Narc partner can't love ya, and the bloke is just broke/
With a dead heart like your father, like aww what a joke
Zero times, is the times that you've ever been abroad/
You want the truth, forty-four, I kind of make you look a fool
You've no licence or passport, as you do not succeed/
The most simple of tasks, which your mind can't achieve
If you believe that you're loved, I might start call you Ju/
Being this stupid, and Cupid, has clearly missed you
Since a kid you've had issues, and now so has your kid/
Like someone pass her the tissues, she can only make div
You spend more time on my FB, than you do on your own/
Like if your life is that empty, ain't it time to go home
I must roam through your mind, like a Tiger in Asia/
And with an IQ like yours, I would choose euthanasia
Did you not think I'd reply, to your abusive behaviour/
Like here's a rhyme, to remind your use is Loo Paper.
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With a dead heart like your father, like aww what a joke
Zero times, is the times that you've ever been abroad/
You want the truth, forty-four, I kind of make you look a fool
You've no licence or passport, as you do not succeed/
The most simple of tasks, which your mind can't achieve
If you believe that you're loved, I might start call you Ju/
Being this stupid, and Cupid, has clearly missed you
Since a kid you've had issues, and now so has your kid/
Like someone pass her the tissues, she can only make div
You spend more time on my FB, than you do on your own/
Like if your life is that empty, ain't it time to go home
I must roam through your mind, like a Tiger in Asia/
And with an IQ like yours, I would choose euthanasia
Did you not think I'd reply, to your abusive behaviour/
Like here's a rhyme, to remind your use is Loo Paper.
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“Narcissistic Love”
They tend to be hyper sexual, always looking someone new to seduce/
So they will abuse you, run to another, and try hide the awful truth
Even with Internet and phone evidence, they'll just get angry and lie/
And if confronted it'll all be your fault, for the problems in their mind
They'll cry and declare their love, when there is no love, only contempt/
Then look into your eyes and tell you lies, on how their night was spent
They'll give non-friends their respect, and show you the ultimate disdain
Humiliation, betrayal and stress, is just part of this traumatic game
You become another cog on the wheel, then they move on very quickly/
After they have stripped you of all pride, your honour and self dignity
They will leave you feeling worthless, and place the blame at your door/
Then deceive you and make you believe, you didn't see, what you saw/
Underneath the seduction and charm, lie skilled masters of deception/
Who possess counterfeit hearts, and crave only promiscuous attention
The roller coaster cruelty suffered, is genetically passed on to their kids/
Living life like bottomless pits of emptiness, such a nasty, twisted illness.
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So they will abuse you, run to another, and try hide the awful truth
Even with Internet and phone evidence, they'll just get angry and lie/
And if confronted it'll all be your fault, for the problems in their mind
They'll cry and declare their love, when there is no love, only contempt/
Then look into your eyes and tell you lies, on how their night was spent
They'll give non-friends their respect, and show you the ultimate disdain
Humiliation, betrayal and stress, is just part of this traumatic game
You become another cog on the wheel, then they move on very quickly/
After they have stripped you of all pride, your honour and self dignity
They will leave you feeling worthless, and place the blame at your door/
Then deceive you and make you believe, you didn't see, what you saw/
Underneath the seduction and charm, lie skilled masters of deception/
Who possess counterfeit hearts, and crave only promiscuous attention
The roller coaster cruelty suffered, is genetically passed on to their kids/
Living life like bottomless pits of emptiness, such a nasty, twisted illness.
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“A Family Of Cowards”
This family think basic, look at the state of their kids/
Looking pale and all pasty, like the brains of these divs
With little lips and dumb faces, I can't help but cringe/
Without beauty on the outside, I doubt it's within
White skin makes em God, name a God with white skin/
I think they're lying little nobs, minus substance within
I've got the pin to stick in, if someone gives me the doll/
With some balls to kick in, if someone makes me a goal
They have the soul of a coward, who ran & got clapped/
Much rather give em a shower, than give em a tap
I write to go over the head, just like mask onto face/
I decorate their reality, just pass me the paste
I'm so past em it aches, like a stomach with no guts/
Like awww ain't it great, I'm the master of no f*cks
Given, since prison, when I got remanded for bars/
They imprison themselves, cause the Gov is in charge.
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Looking pale and all pasty, like the brains of these divs
With little lips and dumb faces, I can't help but cringe/
Without beauty on the outside, I doubt it's within
White skin makes em God, name a God with white skin/
I think they're lying little nobs, minus substance within
I've got the pin to stick in, if someone gives me the doll/
With some balls to kick in, if someone makes me a goal
They have the soul of a coward, who ran & got clapped/
Much rather give em a shower, than give em a tap
I write to go over the head, just like mask onto face/
I decorate their reality, just pass me the paste
I'm so past em it aches, like a stomach with no guts/
Like awww ain't it great, I'm the master of no f*cks
Given, since prison, when I got remanded for bars/
They imprison themselves, cause the Gov is in charge.
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“Gold Digger The Gaslighter, Thinking Out Loud”
I Gaslight cause I'm stupid, but think that I'm smart/
Whilst beefing with Cupid, cause I don't have a heart
The whole world are my students, yet where do I start/
When truth is I'm a nuisance, abusive and Narc
With no use from the start, I abuse others for fun/
Then accuse em of crimes, that I've already done
My own kid is a Munter, and this riles me inside/
When Ian's child is a stunner, I just hope that she dies
Victimized since a kid, I bit the hand that fed me/
As I'm so dead inside, every day life is just empty
I pretend I'm resented, anything for some attention/
Rejected from young, I'll do anything for affection
With a child on the spectrum, my smile doesn't work/
And I'm scared he will mention, all this in his verse
If he does I'll go berserk, and I'll Gaslight some more/
Being I'm that f*ckin bright, I can't see my own flaws.
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Whilst beefing with Cupid, cause I don't have a heart
The whole world are my students, yet where do I start/
When truth is I'm a nuisance, abusive and Narc
With no use from the start, I abuse others for fun/
Then accuse em of crimes, that I've already done
My own kid is a Munter, and this riles me inside/
When Ian's child is a stunner, I just hope that she dies
Victimized since a kid, I bit the hand that fed me/
As I'm so dead inside, every day life is just empty
I pretend I'm resented, anything for some attention/
Rejected from young, I'll do anything for affection
With a child on the spectrum, my smile doesn't work/
And I'm scared he will mention, all this in his verse
If he does I'll go berserk, and I'll Gaslight some more/
Being I'm that f*ckin bright, I can't see my own flaws.
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“Just A Bird Loved By No One, Thinking Out Loud”
If you have sex with me, I will get pregnant on purpose/
Being I'm that dead inside, I am practically worthless
I weren't loved as a baby, you're gonna be my new dad/
Now please cum in me baby, look at the fun to be had
With your seman inside me, I can pretend that I'm loved/
As my mind is that basic, I chase what ain't love
Just like a dog does a ball, except the dog gets the ball/
It's like I was born to be a fool, intelligence is not for us all
Like a tool from out it's box, I'm only used for the job/
I don't care that you're married, I don't mind sharing nob
Desolate, I'm desperate, therefore dangerous like weapon/
My lack of brain is contageous, I'll give birth to a Spectrum
You'll deny me a second, when I give birth to the first/
I tried compete with your wife, but then gave you much worse
Away with the fairies, he's gone and wrote me a hearse/
Cause I'm that friggin broken, I can't cope and it hurts.
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Being I'm that dead inside, I am practically worthless
I weren't loved as a baby, you're gonna be my new dad/
Now please cum in me baby, look at the fun to be had
With your seman inside me, I can pretend that I'm loved/
As my mind is that basic, I chase what ain't love
Just like a dog does a ball, except the dog gets the ball/
It's like I was born to be a fool, intelligence is not for us all
Like a tool from out it's box, I'm only used for the job/
I don't care that you're married, I don't mind sharing nob
Desolate, I'm desperate, therefore dangerous like weapon/
My lack of brain is contageous, I'll give birth to a Spectrum
You'll deny me a second, when I give birth to the first/
I tried compete with your wife, but then gave you much worse
Away with the fairies, he's gone and wrote me a hearse/
Cause I'm that friggin broken, I can't cope and it hurts.
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“Munchausen Margaret”
I've had to make this stuff up, to survive/
Cause inside I am f*cked, like I've died
I wasn't hugged, never loved Lord I try/
Yet being a mug, I am stuck with this life
Her eyes are as Wonky, as Willy and the Choc/
Which is brilliant really, as she fits in the flock
His hip-hop is black, but then so is his child/
I think they're both happy, and it's cramping my style
I am this vile for a reason, but the reason is this/
I hate Blick, I'm Pro-White and can't season a Chick
On my knees for the d*ck, I get stuffed like a Turkey/
Just an insecure kid, looking love I'm not worthy
Running gums I got Scurvy, like Lurgy of the mind/
With the face of a Furby, yet personally I'm fine
It still hurts I'm not fine, with the behind of a Moose/
And being I'm ugly inside, they might give me the noose.
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Cause inside I am f*cked, like I've died
I wasn't hugged, never loved Lord I try/
Yet being a mug, I am stuck with this life
Her eyes are as Wonky, as Willy and the Choc/
Which is brilliant really, as she fits in the flock
His hip-hop is black, but then so is his child/
I think they're both happy, and it's cramping my style
I am this vile for a reason, but the reason is this/
I hate Blick, I'm Pro-White and can't season a Chick
On my knees for the d*ck, I get stuffed like a Turkey/
Just an insecure kid, looking love I'm not worthy
Running gums I got Scurvy, like Lurgy of the mind/
With the face of a Furby, yet personally I'm fine
It still hurts I'm not fine, with the behind of a Moose/
And being I'm ugly inside, they might give me the noose.
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“My Daughter’s Deranged Mother”
My daughter's mother, is a deranged little woman/
Lying to herself & my girl, causing a pain that she shouldn't
Couldn't get me to love her, so took my baby away/
And got married to a man, who sees his baby everyday
My baby's been brainwashed, by piranhas & sharks/
So she grew to be confused, & as bananas as Narcs
I've been writing these bars, long before she was born/
When I was climbing the walls, when I would not conform
Like my step mum at court, or when I reported the abuse/
Yet still reported the onslaught, when I talked all the truth
And since they thought to abuse, I will talk what I want/
All the while walking in my shoes, my child talks to nonce
Just like my child's mother wants, for some twisted reason/
Called the family's got money, that's the reason we need em
It's not him that we need, so we lie & slander his name/
Blaming the rap & the weed, in our heart's we're ashamed.
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Lying to herself & my girl, causing a pain that she shouldn't
Couldn't get me to love her, so took my baby away/
And got married to a man, who sees his baby everyday
My baby's been brainwashed, by piranhas & sharks/
So she grew to be confused, & as bananas as Narcs
I've been writing these bars, long before she was born/
When I was climbing the walls, when I would not conform
Like my step mum at court, or when I reported the abuse/
Yet still reported the onslaught, when I talked all the truth
And since they thought to abuse, I will talk what I want/
All the while walking in my shoes, my child talks to nonce
Just like my child's mother wants, for some twisted reason/
Called the family's got money, that's the reason we need em
It's not him that we need, so we lie & slander his name/
Blaming the rap & the weed, in our heart's we're ashamed.
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“Look At Me I’m A Narcissist”
Look at me I am a Narc, with low self esteem/
So I need me a supply, of these people to feed
I believe I'm almighty, though I hate what I see/
It's like I'm a deity, with no heart inside me
I'm as dead as they come, just like the stare in my eyes/
And if this writer keeps rhyming, I'll take his artistic rights
Being my autistic mind, cannot grasp what he writes/
Going ballistic inside, it's time I start with the lies
His bars are not right, when they criticise me/
It's like I'm scarred for life, how can this possibly be
I'm now a nob for all to see, so to the police I must go/
Because the police are all stupid, just like my last little hoe
I will ask they remove it, and if not I will demand/
Using my superhero power, it's called Narcissistic Charm
I will bring harm to anybody, who has the balls to out me/
And your life will fall apart, if you ever dare to doubt me.
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So I need me a supply, of these people to feed
I believe I'm almighty, though I hate what I see/
It's like I'm a deity, with no heart inside me
I'm as dead as they come, just like the stare in my eyes/
And if this writer keeps rhyming, I'll take his artistic rights
Being my autistic mind, cannot grasp what he writes/
Going ballistic inside, it's time I start with the lies
His bars are not right, when they criticise me/
It's like I'm scarred for life, how can this possibly be
I'm now a nob for all to see, so to the police I must go/
Because the police are all stupid, just like my last little hoe
I will ask they remove it, and if not I will demand/
Using my superhero power, it's called Narcissistic Charm
I will bring harm to anybody, who has the balls to out me/
And your life will fall apart, if you ever dare to doubt me.
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“Typical Narc Behaviour”
A Narc will,
Make you think you're mad, when it's them that isn't well/
And if you put their sins in pad, they will cry like little girl
I've got one for a father, the other mother's my little girl/
I can tell you both are drama, like the Fallen that have fell
One took my baby girl, and the other had me sent to jail/
Lying to my daughter, when they thought they couldn't fail
Given bail, cause their tales held no weight in the Court/
After jail, I hit the nail, and I was proud of the onslaught
Whenever I talk they will lie, so my head I hold it high/
While the mice fight for cheese, like it's a piece of the pie
When you write like I do, it is like a riding a bike/
So when they cry like they do, I like to injure their Psych
I make em whinge all the time, like a minge without spine/
With some bars that are fire, and might singe your hairline
You cannot vision my mind, or even Google what's wrong/
I just put the visuals in rhyme, until I'm spiritually gone.
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Make you think you're mad, when it's them that isn't well/
And if you put their sins in pad, they will cry like little girl
I've got one for a father, the other mother's my little girl/
I can tell you both are drama, like the Fallen that have fell
One took my baby girl, and the other had me sent to jail/
Lying to my daughter, when they thought they couldn't fail
Given bail, cause their tales held no weight in the Court/
After jail, I hit the nail, and I was proud of the onslaught
Whenever I talk they will lie, so my head I hold it high/
While the mice fight for cheese, like it's a piece of the pie
When you write like I do, it is like a riding a bike/
So when they cry like they do, I like to injure their Psych
I make em whinge all the time, like a minge without spine/
With some bars that are fire, and might singe your hairline
You cannot vision my mind, or even Google what's wrong/
I just put the visuals in rhyme, until I'm spiritually gone.
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“Narcissist Magnet”
The problem with a lot of women, is they're gullible/
So being with a Narc, makes their dull lives colourful
When I'm looking for common sense, I find none at all/
Yet all seem to get offended, when Dunne will talk
They tried stop me talking, like the one who took me court/
So I stuck the knife and fork in, injuring the Narc fool
After all you can not offend em, or criticise what they do/
Or the place which that will send em, is get one up on you
All they wanna do is abuse you, yet it's you that's to blame/
Just like Cupid got stupid, missing the target when he aimed
They've one aim in this game, that's to bond you with trauma/
And the same game will be played, with your son & your daughter
Yet you're caught up in a cycle, called of course you can't leave/
Being the source isn't reliable, and the courts will want a fee
So at quarter to three you get the kids, & at five you cook the food/
Trying to convince yourself he loves ya, something a Narc can never do.
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So being with a Narc, makes their dull lives colourful
When I'm looking for common sense, I find none at all/
Yet all seem to get offended, when Dunne will talk
They tried stop me talking, like the one who took me court/
So I stuck the knife and fork in, injuring the Narc fool
After all you can not offend em, or criticise what they do/
Or the place which that will send em, is get one up on you
All they wanna do is abuse you, yet it's you that's to blame/
Just like Cupid got stupid, missing the target when he aimed
They've one aim in this game, that's to bond you with trauma/
And the same game will be played, with your son & your daughter
Yet you're caught up in a cycle, called of course you can't leave/
Being the source isn't reliable, and the courts will want a fee
So at quarter to three you get the kids, & at five you cook the food/
Trying to convince yourself he loves ya, something a Narc can never do.
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“Give A Narc A Heart”
The truth is I'm elusive, like a heart within a Narc/
Intrusive I grew abusive, from a father with no heart
Torn apart from the start, I took to art to escape/
Just for my bars to get barred, behind bars was my fate
He had taken all I had, like he had done to my mum/
So the words on my pad, had to get banned like his son
In the court he played victim, after sending me jail/
Like the pain he had inflicted, wasn't mentioned, like Wow
Telling tales in the courtroom, all of which were untrue/
To an audience who are stupid, like all Narcassists do
PC Arthur was the officer, who used my child to upset me/
I turned his smile into a frown, when I clowned him directly
To a T like it's Tetley, til I boiled him like brew/
Like ain't you glad that you met me, like I'm glad I met you
They had me banned for five years, to stop a Narci from sulk/
Yet didn't give a hand when I cried tears, so now I write em in bulk.
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Intrusive I grew abusive, from a father with no heart
Torn apart from the start, I took to art to escape/
Just for my bars to get barred, behind bars was my fate
He had taken all I had, like he had done to my mum/
So the words on my pad, had to get banned like his son
In the court he played victim, after sending me jail/
Like the pain he had inflicted, wasn't mentioned, like Wow
Telling tales in the courtroom, all of which were untrue/
To an audience who are stupid, like all Narcassists do
PC Arthur was the officer, who used my child to upset me/
I turned his smile into a frown, when I clowned him directly
To a T like it's Tetley, til I boiled him like brew/
Like ain't you glad that you met me, like I'm glad I met you
They had me banned for five years, to stop a Narci from sulk/
Yet didn't give a hand when I cried tears, so now I write em in bulk.
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“All The Pain And The Trauma”
Charming on the outside, pain and trauma for their partner/
Heartless on the inside, conquer and divide for the trauma
With their poor self esteem, so they see this as the karma/
For the people they believe, could ever injure their armour
They'll bring more beef than farmer, and that is for certain/
Hence I keep spitting like Llama, like my raps I love hurt em
Just desert em and blank em, and they'll work into a frenzy/
Which quite frankly does merk em, like the verses I send em
When schooled with this knowledge, you will hurt em for fun/
Of which is something I encourage, like coming first, number one
I swear the fun to be had, from mocking a Narc and it's life/
Is like watching him drown in the sea, as the sharks start to bite
I'm the type to write what I like, go jail for rhyming and write more/
Like I did when they bailed me, and then re-sailed me to shore
I swear they wanna sell me to slavery, like I'm a twelve year old girl/
As what I pen hurts em anally, and just as painful as well.
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Heartless on the inside, conquer and divide for the trauma
With their poor self esteem, so they see this as the karma/
For the people they believe, could ever injure their armour
They'll bring more beef than farmer, and that is for certain/
Hence I keep spitting like Llama, like my raps I love hurt em
Just desert em and blank em, and they'll work into a frenzy/
Which quite frankly does merk em, like the verses I send em
When schooled with this knowledge, you will hurt em for fun/
Of which is something I encourage, like coming first, number one
I swear the fun to be had, from mocking a Narc and it's life/
Is like watching him drown in the sea, as the sharks start to bite
I'm the type to write what I like, go jail for rhyming and write more/
Like I did when they bailed me, and then re-sailed me to shore
I swear they wanna sell me to slavery, like I'm a twelve year old girl/
As what I pen hurts em anally, and just as painful as well.
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“The Truth About Aspergers Syndrome”
Being it's a syndrome & a defect, do I have to write any more/
They'll strike you and then bite you, then run and cry to the law
With their flappy little arms, like they're trying to take flight/
And their scatty little eyes, looking as vacant as the mind
An inability to make friends, being emotion isn't present/
Is why they're as empty as the ocean, and as dry as the desert
They'll mirror your whole life, including your facial expression/
Feeling inferior inside, unless you pay em attention
On routines they're dependant, and independent they can't do/
And to know one is a sentence, one nobody should go through
Over sensitive to everything, from words to smell and touch/
Yet boundaries don't mean anything, being they're not anything like us
For them to grow up would be a myth, so go through life as a kid/
Playing toys just like a boy, like when he was a boy, he never did
Back in the day they were called flids, and had a place they could go/
And if they plan to have any kids, I think the inflicted should know.
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They'll strike you and then bite you, then run and cry to the law
With their flappy little arms, like they're trying to take flight/
And their scatty little eyes, looking as vacant as the mind
An inability to make friends, being emotion isn't present/
Is why they're as empty as the ocean, and as dry as the desert
They'll mirror your whole life, including your facial expression/
Feeling inferior inside, unless you pay em attention
On routines they're dependant, and independent they can't do/
And to know one is a sentence, one nobody should go through
Over sensitive to everything, from words to smell and touch/
Yet boundaries don't mean anything, being they're not anything like us
For them to grow up would be a myth, so go through life as a kid/
Playing toys just like a boy, like when he was a boy, he never did
Back in the day they were called flids, and had a place they could go/
And if they plan to have any kids, I think the inflicted should know.
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“Low Level Intelligence”
There's way too many in my race, with brains full of sh*t/
Who'd rather blame immigration, than the situation it is
With mind's basic like their kids, they'll try take the p*ss/
With an ignorance, like the malignant of a friggin narcissist
Self entitled little c*nts, who seem to think they're superior/
Though in their mirror what I see, is insecurity being inferior
I can't make this any clearer, and I stand by my statement/
As the world gets more eerier, their true selves become blatant
Yet with mind's that are vacant, they have no say in this world/
As they hate me for what I speak, and my mixed race little girl
They were given jobs to go do, but they didn't do em well/
So when the migrants came through, these d*ckheads all felt
To place blame on the races, who came and did the job cheaper/
And didn't spend all their wages, on Cocaine and Wife Beater
I speak my mind when I write, and that's on the life of Alisha/
Like it's a crime what I rhyme, when read or write, they can't neither.
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Who'd rather blame immigration, than the situation it is
With mind's basic like their kids, they'll try take the p*ss/
With an ignorance, like the malignant of a friggin narcissist
Self entitled little c*nts, who seem to think they're superior/
Though in their mirror what I see, is insecurity being inferior
I can't make this any clearer, and I stand by my statement/
As the world gets more eerier, their true selves become blatant
Yet with mind's that are vacant, they have no say in this world/
As they hate me for what I speak, and my mixed race little girl
They were given jobs to go do, but they didn't do em well/
So when the migrants came through, these d*ckheads all felt
To place blame on the races, who came and did the job cheaper/
And didn't spend all their wages, on Cocaine and Wife Beater
I speak my mind when I write, and that's on the life of Alisha/
Like it's a crime what I rhyme, when read or write, they can't neither.
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“The Son Of A Sadist”
I'm the son of a sadist, the name's Mr Dunne/
A Narcissist with Aspergers, the worse of all one's
Cursed since I begun, I was never nurtured by my mum/
So with every verse I spit murder, til the hearses them come
Since young I've been abused, at two my mother tried drown me/
Then my father would abuse me, in front of all family
They then banned me from writing, the abuse I had suffered/
And like a confused little youth, I then blamed it on my mother
Like she hadn't suffered, at the hands of my father/
Whose sadistic little plans, were yet to be discovered
Covering all tracks, the abuse had begun/
Confusing my mind, as why he was abusing his son
I was accused of harassment, threats to kill & then slander/
All for revealing the abuse, from my dad & step mother
They then put me in prison, where my face it got cut/
By a man who murdered his brother, like Lord what the f*ck??
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A Narcissist with Aspergers, the worse of all one's
Cursed since I begun, I was never nurtured by my mum/
So with every verse I spit murder, til the hearses them come
Since young I've been abused, at two my mother tried drown me/
Then my father would abuse me, in front of all family
They then banned me from writing, the abuse I had suffered/
And like a confused little youth, I then blamed it on my mother
Like she hadn't suffered, at the hands of my father/
Whose sadistic little plans, were yet to be discovered
Covering all tracks, the abuse had begun/
Confusing my mind, as why he was abusing his son
I was accused of harassment, threats to kill & then slander/
All for revealing the abuse, from my dad & step mother
They then put me in prison, where my face it got cut/
By a man who murdered his brother, like Lord what the f*ck??
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“My Trophy Black Friends”
My name is Marty D, and I think all these rappers are gay/
And if I had my way, rap wouldn't have seen the light of day
I hate rap cause it is black, the colour black is what I fear/
My son's daughter is a quarter black, so this hurt my rear
Lot's of tears is what I've caused him, cause this isn't right/
So for this I put him in prison, then censored what he writes
For the simple fact she isn't white, is why I did what I did/
Because I am pissed that she's mixed, and not a white kid
I didn't like it back then, so now I pretend this didn't occur/
As does my wife, who also lies, whilst fake friending her
Cause unlike me she feels guilt, so she friended a few blacks/
For when he reveals what we did, we can pretend they're not facts
I tried to put an end to his raps, but he just carries on writing/
Which only makes me more mad, cause I could not silence him
With all the money that I have, this does not make any sense/
When money can buy anything, including trophy black friends.
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And if I had my way, rap wouldn't have seen the light of day
I hate rap cause it is black, the colour black is what I fear/
My son's daughter is a quarter black, so this hurt my rear
Lot's of tears is what I've caused him, cause this isn't right/
So for this I put him in prison, then censored what he writes
For the simple fact she isn't white, is why I did what I did/
Because I am pissed that she's mixed, and not a white kid
I didn't like it back then, so now I pretend this didn't occur/
As does my wife, who also lies, whilst fake friending her
Cause unlike me she feels guilt, so she friended a few blacks/
For when he reveals what we did, we can pretend they're not facts
I tried to put an end to his raps, but he just carries on writing/
Which only makes me more mad, cause I could not silence him
With all the money that I have, this does not make any sense/
When money can buy anything, including trophy black friends.
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“I Did Not Start This, But I Will Finish It”
I planned to be the man, until the man had me banned/
Made me stand on the stand, crumbled my dream in their hands
Give me this ban for five years, so I could not rhyme my tears/
Banned me from writing my fears, but what are eyes without ears/
It was like I lied all these years, my father's side they took his/
I was looking at years, with a whole heap of lifers as peers
I done wipe all my tears, until they brought all my fears back/
How could they lie & despise, that my daughter quarter black
I brought this up in court as fact, yet they still didn't listen/
I thought this was called rap, so why the f*ck was I in prison
I taught em poetry in prison, before I got asked by a screw/
To teach a class on the wing, with the only art that I knew
If only my father had knew, who knew what he had done/
From disowning my daughter, to beating up his own son
Think they thought I'd get a gun, & then come where he lives/
Cause Mr Dunne has a grudge, against the c*nt who did this.
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Made me stand on the stand, crumbled my dream in their hands
Give me this ban for five years, so I could not rhyme my tears/
Banned me from writing my fears, but what are eyes without ears/
It was like I lied all these years, my father's side they took his/
I was looking at years, with a whole heap of lifers as peers
I done wipe all my tears, until they brought all my fears back/
How could they lie & despise, that my daughter quarter black
I brought this up in court as fact, yet they still didn't listen/
I thought this was called rap, so why the f*ck was I in prison
I taught em poetry in prison, before I got asked by a screw/
To teach a class on the wing, with the only art that I knew
If only my father had knew, who knew what he had done/
From disowning my daughter, to beating up his own son
Think they thought I'd get a gun, & then come where he lives/
Cause Mr Dunne has a grudge, against the c*nt who did this.
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“Daddy Has No Power Over Me”
Daddy said rap was called rap, cause they couldn't spell crap/
Like I value the opinion, of some fat washed up little twat
Who battered his first wife, and then terrorised the second/
Stealing money from his daughter, just to teach her a lesson
The money was meant for uni, yet he still stole the whole lot/
Like he did with his mother's will, when she was put into a box
This little c*ck couldn't be a father, it's too hard for him to love/
Nothing makes my c*ck harder, than his mother in the mud
This funny little c*nt gave me jokes, after a couple of strokes/
A couple failed marriages, and a couple c*cks down his throat
Abusing him with rap flows, just like he abused me as a kid/
What goes around comes around, so it is exactly what it is
Already been a prison for it, so what they gonna do me next/
Nothing but keep fronting, with a vagina between their legs
Too ahead of my time, so likely my rhymes will send me jail/
They can't keep me for life, imagine the rhymes when I'm out.
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Like I value the opinion, of some fat washed up little twat
Who battered his first wife, and then terrorised the second/
Stealing money from his daughter, just to teach her a lesson
The money was meant for uni, yet he still stole the whole lot/
Like he did with his mother's will, when she was put into a box
This little c*ck couldn't be a father, it's too hard for him to love/
Nothing makes my c*ck harder, than his mother in the mud
This funny little c*nt gave me jokes, after a couple of strokes/
A couple failed marriages, and a couple c*cks down his throat
Abusing him with rap flows, just like he abused me as a kid/
What goes around comes around, so it is exactly what it is
Already been a prison for it, so what they gonna do me next/
Nothing but keep fronting, with a vagina between their legs
Too ahead of my time, so likely my rhymes will send me jail/
They can't keep me for life, imagine the rhymes when I'm out.
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“Don’t Make Me Name You”
My five year rap and poetry ban, was just the interlude/
My Facebook page got closed, then so did my YouTube
My Writers Cafe got slandered, and now my Instagram too/
I have no other answer, except for you not liking the truth
Though I'd hate the truth too, if I got exposed as an abuser/
It'd be too easy to shoot you, what I know would confuse ya
Must be so lonely at your computer, ever since Julia left ya/
Any day could be another stroke, hopefully next one a end ya
Get on Facebook and I'll friend ya, I'll send you my address/
You look like a friggin' bender, in your dead mother's dress
Crossdressings not impressive, no wonder the sket left ya/
Taking the kids & half your sh*t, even a priest couldn't bless ya
Got you feeble from the pressure, all my people know your name/
Name of your kids, where you live, and what you did on that day
You haven't got away with your crimes, your final meal is coming/
Don't make me put into rhyme, and make em sick to their stomach.
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My Facebook page got closed, then so did my YouTube
My Writers Cafe got slandered, and now my Instagram too/
I have no other answer, except for you not liking the truth
Though I'd hate the truth too, if I got exposed as an abuser/
It'd be too easy to shoot you, what I know would confuse ya
Must be so lonely at your computer, ever since Julia left ya/
Any day could be another stroke, hopefully next one a end ya
Get on Facebook and I'll friend ya, I'll send you my address/
You look like a friggin' bender, in your dead mother's dress
Crossdressings not impressive, no wonder the sket left ya/
Taking the kids & half your sh*t, even a priest couldn't bless ya
Got you feeble from the pressure, all my people know your name/
Name of your kids, where you live, and what you did on that day
You haven't got away with your crimes, your final meal is coming/
Don't make me put into rhyme, and make em sick to their stomach.
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“You F*cking Ming-Mong”
Martin is a violent man, who beat up both his wives/
Martin tried to silence man, yet silence was denied
Martin's like a Zionist man, often trying to ruin lives/
As Martin is an angry man, any happiness he denies
I've known this little crap stain, since the day I given life/
I'm not scared to name & shame, in any written rhyme
I don't sit online flagging, like some faggot with a grudge/
If it happened, it happened, so except it you little mug
You will never stop my rapping, nor anything I write/
My intelligence is taught, it's not something you can buy
What you are is a fool, a common tool, with no rights/
What's the use of going school, if you can't read or write
You love strike the weak, but can't me cause I'm strong/
When wifey took your P, you had a stroke you f*ckin mong
She then spent it on her next man, making you look dumb/
Hurry up & be a dead man, they can bury you with your mum.
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Martin tried to silence man, yet silence was denied
Martin's like a Zionist man, often trying to ruin lives/
As Martin is an angry man, any happiness he denies
I've known this little crap stain, since the day I given life/
I'm not scared to name & shame, in any written rhyme
I don't sit online flagging, like some faggot with a grudge/
If it happened, it happened, so except it you little mug
You will never stop my rapping, nor anything I write/
My intelligence is taught, it's not something you can buy
What you are is a fool, a common tool, with no rights/
What's the use of going school, if you can't read or write
You love strike the weak, but can't me cause I'm strong/
When wifey took your P, you had a stroke you f*ckin mong
She then spent it on her next man, making you look dumb/
Hurry up & be a dead man, they can bury you with your mum.
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“I Don’t Know Why”
I don't know why, he denies what he's done/
Probably cause he's, a dirty lying c*nt
Thought going against me he was a clever c*nt/
So I had to put an end to his fun
I victimised him and I did his dad & his mum/
And everyone he ever loved, I don't discriminate none
So the fun has just begun & he hates to be outdone/
He's hating cause I've won, & the hurt weighs a tonne
From the words off my tongue, I didn't word for fun/
I worded cause I had to, so tonight Matthew ummm
Feeling like a don, & bigger than life like fi-fo-fum/
Knowing I've got this c*nt numb & looking like a plum
I've got him feeling all glum, cause never will I succumb/
To the wants of this c*nt & it tastes good like yum
Now he can go taste his mum, or come taste my glory/
They can take my freedom, but can never change my story.
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Probably cause he's, a dirty lying c*nt
Thought going against me he was a clever c*nt/
So I had to put an end to his fun
I victimised him and I did his dad & his mum/
And everyone he ever loved, I don't discriminate none
So the fun has just begun & he hates to be outdone/
He's hating cause I've won, & the hurt weighs a tonne
From the words off my tongue, I didn't word for fun/
I worded cause I had to, so tonight Matthew ummm
Feeling like a don, & bigger than life like fi-fo-fum/
Knowing I've got this c*nt numb & looking like a plum
I've got him feeling all glum, cause never will I succumb/
To the wants of this c*nt & it tastes good like yum
Now he can go taste his mum, or come taste my glory/
They can take my freedom, but can never change my story.
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“Plastic Like Her Tits”
My stepmothers lack of personality, is why my dad filled her tits with silicone/
As when it comes to any intelligence, she is as irelevant as a little civilian
I find this shit funnier than Sarah Millican, calling her silly self a comedian/
I sit and admire my brilliance, knowing I could catch ghost without medium
My mum's tits went from tiny, to medium, to looking washed up to f*ck/
She's only ever had two d*cks, yet likes to dress like some 50 year old slut
I wish a serial killer would cut her up, and sell her in Tesco as horse meat/
Cause with a nose like that, she's bound to be mistaken for a horse
They say that I'm naughty, and they thought the court would stop me/
In just three years I'll be forty, and ain't a single thought could drop me
I'm so ahead of my flock, I'm thinking to remove their heads like a king/
Then when I get called in for questioning, I'll say I don't know a f*ckin thing
They will all bowel down like a peasant, does infront of his master/
And if they don't, I'll cut their throats and make em die a lot faster
I feel like master of the universe, meets the master of the verse/
So whether they're He-Man or She-Ra, I will put both in a hearse.
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As when it comes to any intelligence, she is as irelevant as a little civilian
I find this shit funnier than Sarah Millican, calling her silly self a comedian/
I sit and admire my brilliance, knowing I could catch ghost without medium
My mum's tits went from tiny, to medium, to looking washed up to f*ck/
She's only ever had two d*cks, yet likes to dress like some 50 year old slut
I wish a serial killer would cut her up, and sell her in Tesco as horse meat/
Cause with a nose like that, she's bound to be mistaken for a horse
They say that I'm naughty, and they thought the court would stop me/
In just three years I'll be forty, and ain't a single thought could drop me
I'm so ahead of my flock, I'm thinking to remove their heads like a king/
Then when I get called in for questioning, I'll say I don't know a f*ckin thing
They will all bowel down like a peasant, does infront of his master/
And if they don't, I'll cut their throats and make em die a lot faster
I feel like master of the universe, meets the master of the verse/
So whether they're He-Man or She-Ra, I will put both in a hearse.
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“Narcissistic & Far From Gifted”
If you think a Narcissist loves you, you're as stupid as your mum/
For being dumb enough to love one, & giving him a daughter & son
She once was gonna leave you, but you don't believe that too/
Rather believe the bullsh*t they feed you, being you're feeble like Ju
All these feeble people are food, & I will continue to eat/
I have exposed your whole brood, yet I continue to have teeth
Cause like Father Like Son, you're all bark & no bite/
And with that Father & Mum, no wonder you're far from alright
Into bars your mother's crimes, are what I pen into the verse/
And with every line your mother's lies, I try pen her into a hearse
If just a tenner was her worth, I'd want at least a third back/
As if that was my bird, I'd throw myself on the third track
I could murder you on a track, just like I did your dad & your mum/
Knowing any word you throw back, I will slap from your tongue
You're a mug like your mum mate, & your dad looks half dead/
Best you don't bring me a raw steak, cause I'll cook it from red.
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For being dumb enough to love one, & giving him a daughter & son
She once was gonna leave you, but you don't believe that too/
Rather believe the bullsh*t they feed you, being you're feeble like Ju
All these feeble people are food, & I will continue to eat/
I have exposed your whole brood, yet I continue to have teeth
Cause like Father Like Son, you're all bark & no bite/
And with that Father & Mum, no wonder you're far from alright
Into bars your mother's crimes, are what I pen into the verse/
And with every line your mother's lies, I try pen her into a hearse
If just a tenner was her worth, I'd want at least a third back/
As if that was my bird, I'd throw myself on the third track
I could murder you on a track, just like I did your dad & your mum/
Knowing any word you throw back, I will slap from your tongue
You're a mug like your mum mate, & your dad looks half dead/
Best you don't bring me a raw steak, cause I'll cook it from red.
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“Causing A Narcissist An Injury, My Favourite Sport”
Every once in a while, I like to cause a Narcissist an injury/
Then when that c*nt doesn't smile, I was simply being me
All are the scum of the earth, just like the bloodline I born/
And since I'm a king of the verse, I have to make em conform
The net will warn you of these creatures, yet I'm a lot worse/
The type to stab you and the preacher, and then burn down the church
I got hurt so badly as a kid, I spent my life murking with words/
And when they tried close the curtain, I had to give em all hearse
Prison only made it all worse, and made my balls a lot bigger/
Which made em call for the enforcement, who stalk me on Twitter
What I need is endorsement, but of course this makes em all bitter/
Like the fact that my daughter, is a whole heap more prettier
I doubt neither Glitter would Gary, nor Savile would Row/
Even a mile for their child, when it's more vile than what's wrote
On the throne is where I sit, all the while surrounded by clones/
And I think I'll stay for a while, cause what I've found is my home.
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Then when that c*nt doesn't smile, I was simply being me
All are the scum of the earth, just like the bloodline I born/
And since I'm a king of the verse, I have to make em conform
The net will warn you of these creatures, yet I'm a lot worse/
The type to stab you and the preacher, and then burn down the church
I got hurt so badly as a kid, I spent my life murking with words/
And when they tried close the curtain, I had to give em all hearse
Prison only made it all worse, and made my balls a lot bigger/
Which made em call for the enforcement, who stalk me on Twitter
What I need is endorsement, but of course this makes em all bitter/
Like the fact that my daughter, is a whole heap more prettier
I doubt neither Glitter would Gary, nor Savile would Row/
Even a mile for their child, when it's more vile than what's wrote
On the throne is where I sit, all the while surrounded by clones/
And I think I'll stay for a while, cause what I've found is my home.
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“Mirror, Mirror On The Wall”
Imagine having no personality, so you mirror/
Personally what I think you are, is inferior/
Looking to suck another soul, like vampire/
Your soul must be so cold, yet on fire
Empathy doesn't exist, you're a liar/
And all the things on this list, you desire
Connecting is too difficult, with all others/
So you stalk and harass, all your lovers
When you look in the mirror, you see illusion/
You then mirror who I am, with intrusion
Just a lost little man, full of confusion/
Whose fam didn't want him, it's amusing
Always losing like a loser, who can't win/
Hence I abuse ya, and live under your skin
I could write you a personality, if you want one/
It's just I suffer from insanity, like God's son.
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Personally what I think you are, is inferior/
Looking to suck another soul, like vampire/
Your soul must be so cold, yet on fire
Empathy doesn't exist, you're a liar/
And all the things on this list, you desire
Connecting is too difficult, with all others/
So you stalk and harass, all your lovers
When you look in the mirror, you see illusion/
You then mirror who I am, with intrusion
Just a lost little man, full of confusion/
Whose fam didn't want him, it's amusing
Always losing like a loser, who can't win/
Hence I abuse ya, and live under your skin
I could write you a personality, if you want one/
It's just I suffer from insanity, like God's son.
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“Little Man Syndrome”
My bro's response to his mum & dad abusing me, was get a grip/
Yeah like how about they get a grip, around your unborn son's d*ck
You muggy little pr*ck who you talking to, I'll nyam you like flange/
And leave the fam looking bewildered, I'm West Tilbury Fam
This little hillbilly clan, are getting way too lippy like Zippy/
And this ain't no Rainbow godamn, unless I'm smoking the Zkitty
Like are you divvy you mug, look what I did to your mum & your dad/
To the point they had me jailed & then banned, all I had on my pad
Because your dad he got mad, when I painted him a mirror/
Like my little girl being sad, did not make him a sinner
This can't be versed any clearer, though keep your head in the sand/
If it helps you to sleep any better, you pathetic little man
The family should not be around kids, after all that's been done/
Yet it's me that's been ridden, for exposing these clunge
You're a muggy piece of sh*t, licking his arse for his money/
Like some desperate little b*tch, so no different to your mummy.
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Yeah like how about they get a grip, around your unborn son's d*ck
You muggy little pr*ck who you talking to, I'll nyam you like flange/
And leave the fam looking bewildered, I'm West Tilbury Fam
This little hillbilly clan, are getting way too lippy like Zippy/
And this ain't no Rainbow godamn, unless I'm smoking the Zkitty
Like are you divvy you mug, look what I did to your mum & your dad/
To the point they had me jailed & then banned, all I had on my pad
Because your dad he got mad, when I painted him a mirror/
Like my little girl being sad, did not make him a sinner
This can't be versed any clearer, though keep your head in the sand/
If it helps you to sleep any better, you pathetic little man
The family should not be around kids, after all that's been done/
Yet it's me that's been ridden, for exposing these clunge
You're a muggy piece of sh*t, licking his arse for his money/
Like some desperate little b*tch, so no different to your mummy.
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“I Am Psychology”
Your mummy cheating on your daddy, made you an evil man/
Isn't that why you cheated on your wifey, & she took a lot of grand
That little man you called your dad, had to raise another man's child/
Like what you did to that snatch, you gave another two child
You took a child from it's mother, cause your mother was a whore/
Then did the same to the son, like you're clearly f*cking bored
Yet when the war hit the pad, and I had to pen what you did/
You soon run to the police, cause you're weak and you're a flid
Which has got your daddy in the grave, spinning like a friggin wheel/
Being the only son that he's got, is a gay that won't reveal
He wasn't proud and never will, yet still you like to lie/
And pretend to the people on the hill, you was the Apple of his eye
When on the night that he died, he said you was a disappointment/
A twisted little man, who will cause misery for enjoyment
Saying he enjoyed boning nan, but when you were born the fun stopped/
Being you were born looking deformed, with an autistic head top.
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Isn't that why you cheated on your wifey, & she took a lot of grand
That little man you called your dad, had to raise another man's child/
Like what you did to that snatch, you gave another two child
You took a child from it's mother, cause your mother was a whore/
Then did the same to the son, like you're clearly f*cking bored
Yet when the war hit the pad, and I had to pen what you did/
You soon run to the police, cause you're weak and you're a flid
Which has got your daddy in the grave, spinning like a friggin wheel/
Being the only son that he's got, is a gay that won't reveal
He wasn't proud and never will, yet still you like to lie/
And pretend to the people on the hill, you was the Apple of his eye
When on the night that he died, he said you was a disappointment/
A twisted little man, who will cause misery for enjoyment
Saying he enjoyed boning nan, but when you were born the fun stopped/
Being you were born looking deformed, with an autistic head top.
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“Victim Syndrome”
You’re a victim of me, like your dad was your mum/
So you try to evict me, from a house you cannot come
I will pull down your trousers, & I will spank your little bum/
Until you respect what is power, & just go powder your clunge
Once powerful with none, the lack of power makes him sour/
Of which sweetens my treats, feeling like 50 in Power
Yet he’s 60 & been deflowered, getting showered with ink/
As he sits & plots every hour, hitting his c*ck til it shrinks
I think he thinks he’s the smartest, of all the Nazi’s in my clan/
Like he ain’t retarded like his daddy, with a loose flange like his nan
I choose to be funny cause I can, & you collect stamps like a nerd/
While you sit at home in your can, counting verses like they’re bird
If you could observe for a minute, & not like nonce does porn/
You’ll see this beef cannot finish, all the while your hot-head’s scorned
Cot fed since born, with your awful little illness/
With a head that’s deformed, like your awful little children.
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So you try to evict me, from a house you cannot come
I will pull down your trousers, & I will spank your little bum/
Until you respect what is power, & just go powder your clunge
Once powerful with none, the lack of power makes him sour/
Of which sweetens my treats, feeling like 50 in Power
Yet he’s 60 & been deflowered, getting showered with ink/
As he sits & plots every hour, hitting his c*ck til it shrinks
I think he thinks he’s the smartest, of all the Nazi’s in my clan/
Like he ain’t retarded like his daddy, with a loose flange like his nan
I choose to be funny cause I can, & you collect stamps like a nerd/
While you sit at home in your can, counting verses like they’re bird
If you could observe for a minute, & not like nonce does porn/
You’ll see this beef cannot finish, all the while your hot-head’s scorned
Cot fed since born, with your awful little illness/
With a head that’s deformed, like your awful little children.
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“Shame You Couldn’t Do Good At Marriage”
His wife told the kids, to not be like me/
To pretend they like him, and then take his p’s
Being this Geez was stupid, he went and did just that/
While the wifey got ruthless, and divorced the twat
Taking half of his stash, Dweedle Dee had a stroke/
Being half of his cash, was being spent on another bloke
This guy’s life is a joke, so trying to provoke me’s funny/
And his mum was hardly broke, when she used to hoe for money
Whereas his joke of a daddy, died exactly how he lived/
Getting played like a fanny, & made to daddy a couple divs
I swear I never lie and this is why, all these liars despise me/
And with every rhyme that I write, I pen a line, come find me
I cross the lines like blimey, and then I blind em like flash/
If not, come try me, and I’ll provide the clash
He could try to find the cash, but still couldn’t buy my silence/
As on the other side of rhyme, I think he’ll find it’s violent.
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To pretend they like him, and then take his p’s
Being this Geez was stupid, he went and did just that/
While the wifey got ruthless, and divorced the twat
Taking half of his stash, Dweedle Dee had a stroke/
Being half of his cash, was being spent on another bloke
This guy’s life is a joke, so trying to provoke me’s funny/
And his mum was hardly broke, when she used to hoe for money
Whereas his joke of a daddy, died exactly how he lived/
Getting played like a fanny, & made to daddy a couple divs
I swear I never lie and this is why, all these liars despise me/
And with every rhyme that I write, I pen a line, come find me
I cross the lines like blimey, and then I blind em like flash/
If not, come try me, and I’ll provide the clash
He could try to find the cash, but still couldn’t buy my silence/
As on the other side of rhyme, I think he’ll find it’s violent.
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