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 the 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 O. J. 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!
Jack the Ripper:
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!
Hannibal Lecter:
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.