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Jack the Ripper vs Hannibal Lecter (Explicit) - Epic Rap Battles of History
Lyrics by:EpicLLOYD/Dan Bull/Nice Peter/Peter Shukoff/Lloyd Ahlquist/Dante Cimadamore
Composed by:Dan Bull/Peter Shukoff/Lloyd Ahlquist/Dante Cimadamore
Epic rap battels of history
Jack the ripper
Versus
Hannibal lecter
Begin
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 who're
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 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 s**t 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 f**k the 77 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