This is a song about "Jack the ripper"

Wants to know why his daddy don't love him no mo'you can't complain you was dealt this

You cant afford the internet, so the only thing you have to jack off to is

Gods words all cursed like crackshai-tan's way of gettin us back

A psychopath despite the facts, more than michael jack,

I eat you like a afternoon snack, and i pour in the side glass some jack/

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

"im not saying jack shit"

I'm stuck with that

If he does my soul to keep

I'm damn lost like jack frost in the heat

She was wet off the bat

This is samurai jack

Fuck it to the billions, mike jack feeling

I think it's only right, hoarse and everything

And sipping the jack they pass

Little light in the ass