Hollywood Legend Productions - Jack the Ripper vs Hannibal Lecter lyrics

[Intro] EPIC RAP BATTLES OF HISTORY! JACK THE RIPPER! VS! HANNIBAL LECTER! BEGIN! [Jack the Ripper] Oi mate, pa** 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*e 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 cla**ic 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 k**er 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 sh** 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 k**er, 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** 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 k**er, 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 [Outro] WHO WON? WHO'S NEXT? YOU DECIDE! EEEEEEEEEEE- *Scream* -PIC RAP BATTLES OF HISTORY!