[Intro]
So, tell me, how do you feel about "Jack the Ripper?"
[Evil Thriller laughter]
(Get him!)
[Verse 1]
Want me to get him? Well, I got him
My mouth is an Uzi and I shot him
With the hundreds of rhymes and rhythm designed to make him rewind
This time I draw the line
He's mine, just chill
Don't nobody touch him 'cause I'ma get ill
The boy's phony as a three-dollar bill
And this time, I shoot to kill
Just like a sucker, you took the bait
Now you're like a dead fish on my dish, too late
So party people kick your feet up, I'm about to heat up
You're hungry for a battle, now it's time to eat up
Boy, I'm gonna chew you, 'cause I knew you
Was talkin' that junk, punk, now I'ma do you
The way you should be done, call you my son
Make you say, "Daddy, I don't want none"
I've had enough of you actin' tough
You huff, puff, grab your stuff, you cream puff bluff
Talk about a battle, but you don't wanna do it
You got yourself into it, you blew it
You egomaniac, I'm a brainiac
You came back with a stone cold plain attack
Your rhymes are weak-wack, how can you speak that?
You need to sneak back to the drawing board Jack
The Ripper, down with my zipper
You get paid to be a Moe Dee tipster
Trying to knock the way I rock, get off my jock
I'ma knock you out the box, let's go
So, tell me, how do you feel about "Jack the Ripper?"
[Evil Thriller laughter]
(Get him!)
[Verse 1]
Want me to get him? Well, I got him
My mouth is an Uzi and I shot him
With the hundreds of rhymes and rhythm designed to make him rewind
This time I draw the line
He's mine, just chill
Don't nobody touch him 'cause I'ma get ill
The boy's phony as a three-dollar bill
And this time, I shoot to kill
Just like a sucker, you took the bait
Now you're like a dead fish on my dish, too late
So party people kick your feet up, I'm about to heat up
You're hungry for a battle, now it's time to eat up
Boy, I'm gonna chew you, 'cause I knew you
Was talkin' that junk, punk, now I'ma do you
The way you should be done, call you my son
Make you say, "Daddy, I don't want none"
I've had enough of you actin' tough
You huff, puff, grab your stuff, you cream puff bluff
Talk about a battle, but you don't wanna do it
You got yourself into it, you blew it
You egomaniac, I'm a brainiac
You came back with a stone cold plain attack
Your rhymes are weak-wack, how can you speak that?
You need to sneak back to the drawing board Jack
The Ripper, down with my zipper
You get paid to be a Moe Dee tipster
Trying to knock the way I rock, get off my jock
I'ma knock you out the box, let's go
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