[Intro]
EPIC RAP BATTLES OF HISTORY!
JACK THE RIPPER!
VERSUS!
HANNIBAL LECTER!
BEGIN!
[Jack the Ripper]
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 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
[Hannibal Lecter]
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 on the track and put the lotion in the basket
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
EPIC RAP BATTLES OF HISTORY!
JACK THE RIPPER!
VERSUS!
HANNIBAL LECTER!
BEGIN!
[Jack the Ripper]
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 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
[Hannibal Lecter]
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 on the track and put the lotion in the basket
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
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