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 dilinquent

there's little more gory a 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

they dunno 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 the trip in the jacket

quit jacking off on the track

and put the lotion in the backet

and catch what the iller

serial killer can deliver

rhymes finer than the chianti

I would pair with your liver

but the thought of your putrid flesh

makes me want to shiver

cause 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

but 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

while you only exist

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

Doctor Lecter?

I'm still wanted you're forgotten

people these days are watching Dexter

so God protect ya

from the Hell I've spread upon us

I'm terrorizing London

fuck the 7/7 bombers

No no Jack you were doing fine

before your ham-fisted attempt

at 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

I'm the bon vivant of violence

a licensed psychiatrist

who dines on highest 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 prostitute

and play with her body

I don't mind 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

Who won?

Who's next?

You decide