Jack the Ripper vs Hannibal Lecter

Oi mate, pass the liquor, it's Jack the Ripper

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

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

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

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