Jack The Ripper Vs Hannibal Lecter Lyrics - Singles - Nicepeter & Epiclloyd

[Intro] 

EPIC RAP BATTLES OF HISTORY! 

JACK THE RIPPER! 

VS! 

HANNIBAL LECTER! 

BEGIN! 

[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 gorier 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 

You can't catch what the iller serial killer can deliver 

Rhymes finer than the chianti I would pair with your liver 

Cause the thought of your putrid flesh makes me want to shiver 

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 

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 existed 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, Dr Lecter? 

I'm still wanted, you're forgotten, people these days are watching Dexter 

So God protect ya from the hell I spit upon us 

I'm terrorising 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 and a licenced psychatrist 

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 prostitiute 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!