(TRUE CRIME NARRATIVES)
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“Osama Bin Laden”
I was born into a wealthy family in 1957, then trained by the CIA in '79/
During the anti-Soviet Jihad, receiving both American & Saudi funding to fight
Against the Russian occupation of Afghanistan, along with the CIA backing/
But due to what happened to the towers, the powers pretend this didn't happen
Now let me fast foward a few years, to the date when these towers fell/
They arrested four non-Arabs on the bridge, but it was the Arabs that they felt
To place the blame on quoting us as being, militant Islamists who despise the west/
So they used this panic to invade our oil fields, killing our children as they slept
Stepping up National Security in the name of Terrorism, but what they sell is a lie/
So when we see these drones above our homes, then we shoot them from the sky
Sending all their toy soldier's home in body bags, courtesy of our roadside IED's/
Whilst the gullible mislead public, believe all the bullshit that the Government speak
When the truth is they invaded us, to control the Earths resources that we possess/
So every anniversary of 9/11, we tend to mock the gullibility of the mislead west
The same west that believe Team Six killed me, without proof then buried in the sea/
My name is Tim Osman not Bin Laden, so don't believe everything that you read.
Copyright 2012 The Elusive Mr Dunne (All rights reserved)
During the anti-Soviet Jihad, receiving both American & Saudi funding to fight
Against the Russian occupation of Afghanistan, along with the CIA backing/
But due to what happened to the towers, the powers pretend this didn't happen
Now let me fast foward a few years, to the date when these towers fell/
They arrested four non-Arabs on the bridge, but it was the Arabs that they felt
To place the blame on quoting us as being, militant Islamists who despise the west/
So they used this panic to invade our oil fields, killing our children as they slept
Stepping up National Security in the name of Terrorism, but what they sell is a lie/
So when we see these drones above our homes, then we shoot them from the sky
Sending all their toy soldier's home in body bags, courtesy of our roadside IED's/
Whilst the gullible mislead public, believe all the bullshit that the Government speak
When the truth is they invaded us, to control the Earths resources that we possess/
So every anniversary of 9/11, we tend to mock the gullibility of the mislead west
The same west that believe Team Six killed me, without proof then buried in the sea/
My name is Tim Osman not Bin Laden, so don't believe everything that you read.
Copyright 2012 The Elusive Mr Dunne (All rights reserved)
“The New IRA”
I am one of 700 IRA rebels, in a bid to wreck the G8/
We are a renegade terror group, called The New IRA
MI5 believe of an outrage, to grab the global news/
Opposing what is the peace process, five militant groups
The G8 summit is due this June, in a hotel by the loch/
And will be attended by world leaders, destined for a shock
We have claimed responsibility, for the murder of Mr Black/
And when we arrive on British mainland, our agenda is to attack
We possess Taliban bombs, which pierce through armour plates/
We have plans to blow up Cameron, & shoot Obama in his face
Outside the control of Sinn Fein, which is now partly Government/
So the police chief has stated, that it is a worrying development
Punishment beatings by our thugs, are now running at one a week/
Apparently the G8 venue is secure, but pretty soon we will see
So please don't rule out the possibility, of some kind of attack/
Because we are serious in our methods, & what I'm writing isn't rap.
Copyright 2013 The Elusive Mr Dunne (All rights reserved)
We are a renegade terror group, called The New IRA
MI5 believe of an outrage, to grab the global news/
Opposing what is the peace process, five militant groups
The G8 summit is due this June, in a hotel by the loch/
And will be attended by world leaders, destined for a shock
We have claimed responsibility, for the murder of Mr Black/
And when we arrive on British mainland, our agenda is to attack
We possess Taliban bombs, which pierce through armour plates/
We have plans to blow up Cameron, & shoot Obama in his face
Outside the control of Sinn Fein, which is now partly Government/
So the police chief has stated, that it is a worrying development
Punishment beatings by our thugs, are now running at one a week/
Apparently the G8 venue is secure, but pretty soon we will see
So please don't rule out the possibility, of some kind of attack/
Because we are serious in our methods, & what I'm writing isn't rap.
Copyright 2013 The Elusive Mr Dunne (All rights reserved)
“Princess Diana”
My name is Diana Spencer, I was born in Sandringham the month of July '61/
My siblings were Sarah, Jane, John and Charles, John dying before I was born
My Mother was the honourable Frances Roche, and my Father the eighth Earl/
Their marriage ending when i was seven, after my Mother dropped the bombshell
In 1968 I was sent to two different schools, having failed my O-levels twice/
However showing a particular talent for music, an accomplished pianist was I
I longer to be a professional ballerina, but soon grew too tall for this profession/
Moving to London in '78, I was given an apartment for my eighteenth present
Whilst in London I took an advanced cooking course, at my Mother's suggestion/
Working as a dance instructor, before an accident lead to me becoming an assistant
Already linked to my older Sister, the Prince of Wales was under pressure to marry/
Aboard Brittania our relationship developed, & in 1980, invited to meet the family
In 1981 our engagement was official, I picked out a ring similar to my Mother's/
Consisting of 14 diamonds surrounding a sapphire, though was not unique to others
Marrying the Prince in St. Pauls cathedral, while 750 million watched worldwide/
Widely billed as a 'fairytale wedding', at the time nobody could imagine my demise
On the 21st of June '82, I gave birth to mine and the Prince's first Son and heir/
Our second Son born in '84, a hands on Mother, with much love to give and care
Slowing finding myself pressured being Princess, I had to teach myself how to cope/
Developing an interest in serious illness, I took to hospital's & school's to teach hope
Now the Patroness of Charities, working with the homeless and drug addicted youth/
Becoming the President of Great Ormond Street, hoping to see the children through
During the early 90's our marriage fell apart, and at first it was much suppressed/
Both of us blaming each other for the failure, through friend's speaking to the press
I then had an affair with Major James Hewitt, and the Prince returned to his Ex/
Who is now the Duchess of Cornwall, Mrs Andrew Parker-Bowles she became next
These affairs became public knowledge, in the publication of the book that I told/
Entiled Diana - her true story, in which I exposed my mind, my life and my soul
In '93 I withdrew from public life, whilst the Prince sought public understanding/
Confirming his own affair with Camilla, who was more than the Prince's companion
Princess Margaret burnt the highly personal letters, I sent to the Queen Mother/
Explaining my side of the break up, as well as the blame that i placed on Camilla
In '95 I was interviewed by Martin Bashir, on a BBC programme called 'Panorama'/
Where I doubted the Prince's suitability as King, being that I knew his character
Yet soon after this interview, the Queen requested we both have an early divorce/
Regarding the comments that I had made, regarding the Royalty when I had talked
The Prince immediately agreed with the suggestion, yet I dictated my own terms/
Which lead to me irritating the Palace, though nothing that brought me concern
Receiving a lump sum of £17 million, yet losing the style of 'Her Royal Highness'/
The Palace released a statement, though it was clear I was still a British Princess
After being warned a year before by Prince Philip, this is what he had to say/
'If you don't behave yourself my girl, we'll have to take the royal title away'
I replied to the Duke of Edinburgh, Philip, my title is a lot older than yours/
Which aggravated him a lot further, the majority discussed behind closed doors
Retaining my apartment in Kensington Palace, remaining my home until my death/
I started to see Dodi, the Son of Mohammed Al-Fayad, a Thailand trip I did accept
In 1997 my interest was in landminds, focusing on the injury that they create/
Only to be accused as a loose cannon, meddling in politics, something that they hate
Then on the date of 31st of August, I was fatally injured in a suspicious crash/
Along with my then boyfriend Dodi, apparently due to the paparazzi's camera flash
But the fact is I was pregnant with a Muslim's baby, leading to certain thoughts/
Believing this was the reason, Prince Philip & MI6 had me turned into a corpse.
Copyright 2012 The Elusive Mr Dunne (All rights reserved)
My siblings were Sarah, Jane, John and Charles, John dying before I was born
My Mother was the honourable Frances Roche, and my Father the eighth Earl/
Their marriage ending when i was seven, after my Mother dropped the bombshell
In 1968 I was sent to two different schools, having failed my O-levels twice/
However showing a particular talent for music, an accomplished pianist was I
I longer to be a professional ballerina, but soon grew too tall for this profession/
Moving to London in '78, I was given an apartment for my eighteenth present
Whilst in London I took an advanced cooking course, at my Mother's suggestion/
Working as a dance instructor, before an accident lead to me becoming an assistant
Already linked to my older Sister, the Prince of Wales was under pressure to marry/
Aboard Brittania our relationship developed, & in 1980, invited to meet the family
In 1981 our engagement was official, I picked out a ring similar to my Mother's/
Consisting of 14 diamonds surrounding a sapphire, though was not unique to others
Marrying the Prince in St. Pauls cathedral, while 750 million watched worldwide/
Widely billed as a 'fairytale wedding', at the time nobody could imagine my demise
On the 21st of June '82, I gave birth to mine and the Prince's first Son and heir/
Our second Son born in '84, a hands on Mother, with much love to give and care
Slowing finding myself pressured being Princess, I had to teach myself how to cope/
Developing an interest in serious illness, I took to hospital's & school's to teach hope
Now the Patroness of Charities, working with the homeless and drug addicted youth/
Becoming the President of Great Ormond Street, hoping to see the children through
During the early 90's our marriage fell apart, and at first it was much suppressed/
Both of us blaming each other for the failure, through friend's speaking to the press
I then had an affair with Major James Hewitt, and the Prince returned to his Ex/
Who is now the Duchess of Cornwall, Mrs Andrew Parker-Bowles she became next
These affairs became public knowledge, in the publication of the book that I told/
Entiled Diana - her true story, in which I exposed my mind, my life and my soul
In '93 I withdrew from public life, whilst the Prince sought public understanding/
Confirming his own affair with Camilla, who was more than the Prince's companion
Princess Margaret burnt the highly personal letters, I sent to the Queen Mother/
Explaining my side of the break up, as well as the blame that i placed on Camilla
In '95 I was interviewed by Martin Bashir, on a BBC programme called 'Panorama'/
Where I doubted the Prince's suitability as King, being that I knew his character
Yet soon after this interview, the Queen requested we both have an early divorce/
Regarding the comments that I had made, regarding the Royalty when I had talked
The Prince immediately agreed with the suggestion, yet I dictated my own terms/
Which lead to me irritating the Palace, though nothing that brought me concern
Receiving a lump sum of £17 million, yet losing the style of 'Her Royal Highness'/
The Palace released a statement, though it was clear I was still a British Princess
After being warned a year before by Prince Philip, this is what he had to say/
'If you don't behave yourself my girl, we'll have to take the royal title away'
I replied to the Duke of Edinburgh, Philip, my title is a lot older than yours/
Which aggravated him a lot further, the majority discussed behind closed doors
Retaining my apartment in Kensington Palace, remaining my home until my death/
I started to see Dodi, the Son of Mohammed Al-Fayad, a Thailand trip I did accept
In 1997 my interest was in landminds, focusing on the injury that they create/
Only to be accused as a loose cannon, meddling in politics, something that they hate
Then on the date of 31st of August, I was fatally injured in a suspicious crash/
Along with my then boyfriend Dodi, apparently due to the paparazzi's camera flash
But the fact is I was pregnant with a Muslim's baby, leading to certain thoughts/
Believing this was the reason, Prince Philip & MI6 had me turned into a corpse.
Copyright 2012 The Elusive Mr Dunne (All rights reserved)
“Guido Fawkes”
Born and educated in York, my Father died when I was eight/
Later fighting the 80 years war, on the side of Catholic spain
Against Protestant reformers, I was seeking a Catholic Rebellion/
Unsuccessful I met Thomas Wintour, with whom I returned to Britain
Introduced to Robert Catesby, who planned to assassinate King James/
& restore a Catholic Monarch to the throne, for the remaining days
Securing the lease to an undercroft, that was beneath the House Of Lords/
Placing me in charge of the gunpowder, that was stockpiled on the floors
Now in receipt of an anonymous letter, the authorities searched the palace/
And in the early hours of the 5th, I was found guarding the explosives
Over the next few days, questioned and tortured, I eventually broke/
So immediately before my execution, I jumped from the scaffold & I broke
My neck so I could prevent the agony, of the mutilation that would follow/
And if I could live my life again, I'd do exactly the same thing tomorrow
Now my name has been synonymous, ever since the gunpowder plot of 1605/
So traditionally they burn me on fire, whilst the fireworks light up the sky.
Copyright 2012 The Elusive Mr Dunne (All rights reserved)
Later fighting the 80 years war, on the side of Catholic spain
Against Protestant reformers, I was seeking a Catholic Rebellion/
Unsuccessful I met Thomas Wintour, with whom I returned to Britain
Introduced to Robert Catesby, who planned to assassinate King James/
& restore a Catholic Monarch to the throne, for the remaining days
Securing the lease to an undercroft, that was beneath the House Of Lords/
Placing me in charge of the gunpowder, that was stockpiled on the floors
Now in receipt of an anonymous letter, the authorities searched the palace/
And in the early hours of the 5th, I was found guarding the explosives
Over the next few days, questioned and tortured, I eventually broke/
So immediately before my execution, I jumped from the scaffold & I broke
My neck so I could prevent the agony, of the mutilation that would follow/
And if I could live my life again, I'd do exactly the same thing tomorrow
Now my name has been synonymous, ever since the gunpowder plot of 1605/
So traditionally they burn me on fire, whilst the fireworks light up the sky.
Copyright 2012 The Elusive Mr Dunne (All rights reserved)
“Raoul Moat”
Prior to the shootings, I had already attempted to get psychiatric help/
Only to serve an 18 week sentence, for assaulting a nine year old girl
I was six ft three, seventeen stone and highly prone to eruptions of anger/
Two children from a past relationship, and a Daughter with my ex Samantha
Holding a grudge towards the police, my business failed, I had lost everything/
Samantha lied & said she had an affair with a police officer, damn I hated him
I posted threats to police on Facebook, before phoning further detailed threats/
I have no intention of shooting the public, I will shoot police until I am dead
After being released from Durham prison, I made my way to Samantha's house/
But her new partner confronted me, so I ended him with a couple shotgun rounds
Samantha was hit in the arm & abdomen, placed in hospital under armed guard/
So on the 4th of July, Pc David Rathband was shot, whilst sitting in his patrol car
Phoning the Guardian 12 minutes before, mocking the police & showing no remorse/
At a conference police spoke directly, Samantha's new partner wasn't in the force
Releasing a statement from Samantha, through the media she begged me to stop/
Saying that she lied because she was frightened, there was no affair with any cop
Police then reported that they had three mobiles, used by myself in recent days/
Telling the residents of Rothbury to stay indoors, a major operation was taking place
News agencies reported that I was surrounded by police, holding a gun to my head/
Before shots were fired and I was injured, at the hospital I was pronounced dead.
Copyright 2012 The Elusive Mr Dunne (All rights reserved)
Only to serve an 18 week sentence, for assaulting a nine year old girl
I was six ft three, seventeen stone and highly prone to eruptions of anger/
Two children from a past relationship, and a Daughter with my ex Samantha
Holding a grudge towards the police, my business failed, I had lost everything/
Samantha lied & said she had an affair with a police officer, damn I hated him
I posted threats to police on Facebook, before phoning further detailed threats/
I have no intention of shooting the public, I will shoot police until I am dead
After being released from Durham prison, I made my way to Samantha's house/
But her new partner confronted me, so I ended him with a couple shotgun rounds
Samantha was hit in the arm & abdomen, placed in hospital under armed guard/
So on the 4th of July, Pc David Rathband was shot, whilst sitting in his patrol car
Phoning the Guardian 12 minutes before, mocking the police & showing no remorse/
At a conference police spoke directly, Samantha's new partner wasn't in the force
Releasing a statement from Samantha, through the media she begged me to stop/
Saying that she lied because she was frightened, there was no affair with any cop
Police then reported that they had three mobiles, used by myself in recent days/
Telling the residents of Rothbury to stay indoors, a major operation was taking place
News agencies reported that I was surrounded by police, holding a gun to my head/
Before shots were fired and I was injured, at the hospital I was pronounced dead.
Copyright 2012 The Elusive Mr Dunne (All rights reserved)
“Dale Cregan”
May the 24th in Manchester, a man wearing a balaclava enters a pub/
And opens fire on a group of men, four got wounded & one got slumped
Returning from a holiday in Thailand, on June the 12th I was detained/
At the airport and questioned, then released on bail to play my game
On the 8th of August two men are charged, with the murder in the pub/
One for murder, three for attempted, then both sentenced by the Judge
10th of August the victim's Father, was killed in a gun and grenade attack/
Then 10 minutes later there was another, but the intended hadn't come home
Between the 10th of August & 11th of September, a police manhunt was out/
But despite a number of recent sightings, my hideout couldn't be found out
On 18th of September police received a call, reporting a burglary at home/
And being that I was on this wanted list, this address was never known
Pc's Nicola Hughes and Fiona Bone, were sent to investigate this burglary/
So I dashed a grenade at these hoes, and sent their body parts to surgery
As well as putting a couple shots, in these Mancunian Hobby Bobby C*nts/
Leaving their families without Mother's, and the police force looking dumb
The police then come with guns, they should of brought in the first place/
Cause now two of the force's finest, are just corpses at the pearly gates
An hour later I walked into a police station, confessing to what I had done/
Only to be remanded on four for murder, and four for attempted with my gun
Charged with four counts of murder, facing the rest of my life behind bars/
But when I chucked them grenades, where the f*ck was this Bruno Mars?
Copyright 2012 The Elusive Mr Dunne (All rights reserved)
And opens fire on a group of men, four got wounded & one got slumped
Returning from a holiday in Thailand, on June the 12th I was detained/
At the airport and questioned, then released on bail to play my game
On the 8th of August two men are charged, with the murder in the pub/
One for murder, three for attempted, then both sentenced by the Judge
10th of August the victim's Father, was killed in a gun and grenade attack/
Then 10 minutes later there was another, but the intended hadn't come home
Between the 10th of August & 11th of September, a police manhunt was out/
But despite a number of recent sightings, my hideout couldn't be found out
On 18th of September police received a call, reporting a burglary at home/
And being that I was on this wanted list, this address was never known
Pc's Nicola Hughes and Fiona Bone, were sent to investigate this burglary/
So I dashed a grenade at these hoes, and sent their body parts to surgery
As well as putting a couple shots, in these Mancunian Hobby Bobby C*nts/
Leaving their families without Mother's, and the police force looking dumb
The police then come with guns, they should of brought in the first place/
Cause now two of the force's finest, are just corpses at the pearly gates
An hour later I walked into a police station, confessing to what I had done/
Only to be remanded on four for murder, and four for attempted with my gun
Charged with four counts of murder, facing the rest of my life behind bars/
But when I chucked them grenades, where the f*ck was this Bruno Mars?
Copyright 2012 The Elusive Mr Dunne (All rights reserved)