Jack The Ripper VS Hannibal Lecter

[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 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

[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