Oi mate, pass the liquor, it's Jack the Ripper Jack the Rapper, following you way before the dawn of Twitter I'm a human trigger warning, through the night until the morning When the light shines upon my crimes, you find it sick, appalling An infamous, notorious delinquent There's little more gorier thing than living in Victorian England This is horrorcore, beware if you're a common whore Or at late night you may find me knocking on your door Not keen to leave until I'm knee deep in blood and gore Your grieving family on their knees, weeping, scrubbing floors The police need a lead to know what they're looking for My raps are like the way I eat my meat, bloody raw Jack, you're a classic megalomaniac You haven't mentioned me once in your entire battle rap Pity your verse wasn't worth a trip in the jacket Quit jacking off in the crack and put the lotion in the basket You can't catch what the iller serial killer can deliver Rhymes finer than the chianti I would pair with your liver 'Cause the thought of your putrid flesh makes me want to shiver Your British body's covered in more piss than kitty litter You stabbed women when they wouldn't give you attention Like a Penny Dreadful version of OJ Simpson These days your nickname is all that's even known And you didn't even come up with that shit on your own I'm real! You'll find me making vacancies in brothels boy you only existed inside the pages of a novel You were kept for ages in a hovel, Contained within a cage behind a locked door while I never got caught So who's the superior serial killer, Dr Lecter? I'm still wanted, you're forgotten. People these days are watching Dexter So go protect ya from the hell I spit upon us? I'm terrorising London, fuck the 7/7 bombers! No, No Jack you were doing fine, Before you ham-fist attempted a terrorist line. How typical of Jack the Ripper to chase a headline, Pick Ray Liotta's brain and ask him how I get mine. Im the ????? from the violence and a licenced psychatrist Who dines in higher society to the sound of violins Don't get me wrong I'd roast both your balls on my Hibachi, But for a serial killer you're as tasteless as a bowl of kashi . You prey on a prostitiute and play with her body. Remind that you're naughty Jack, I hate that you're sloppy. Barney, take me back to solitary confinement, 'Cause this dirty little lamb has just been silenced.