Jack the Ripper

Im the definitive sin, hit it and win

and get it again and again

with hairy and primitive skin

straight till the end

you dont know ive started till I begin

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The dope the rhyme wizard

with the flow so cold leave you lookin like you just came from a sno-cone

blizzard

the lyrical lizard lickin lollipops, poppin molly pops

and im back and calling shots, calling whos shot

down to the floor on the ground with the blood pourin'

look at the scoreboard, its love scorin'

but this aint no tennis match, thats done boring

and i'll hit you with a rematch when Im done touring

lets go

none a these muthafuckas hittin me harder im a fuckin

beast when get on the mic a smother these suckas

suckins what you do best, better yet

all you do spit shit, thats it, its done,

get of the mic, beat it and run

Im fucking coming, blocking the sun

to me its fun, when I kill a son

Step the fuck back

Or I will attack

coming straight at yah watch yah back

Its a fact, that I gotta murderous will

Skill and I kill

Leave the ill, get the strong when I watch yah blood spill

Call me the winner, the criminal spitter, subliminal killer

the kids thats a ripper, the murder homerun hitter

the hitler of my youth, when I get on the mic and gas the truth

People call me a fruit, im a fineapple

and dont expect to breath when I grapple

Because I strangle hold, the tale is told

that he ran the streets, I ran the beats

Truth

And he looked for hoes, I scope the throws

Truth

Its true im Jack the Ripper