text: EPIC RAP BATTLES OF HISTORY!
  JACK THE RIPPER!
  VERSUS!
  HANNIBAL LECTER!
  BEGIN!
  Oi mate, pass the liquor, its Jack the Ripper
  Jack the Rapper, following you way before the dawn of Twitter
  Im 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
  Theres little more gory a thing than
  Living in Victorian England
  This is horrorcore, beware if youre a common whore
  Or at late night you may find me knocking on your door
  Not keen to leave until Im knee deep in blood and gore
  Your grieving family on their knees, weeping, scrubbing floors
  The police need a lead, they dunno what theyre looking for
  My raps are like the way I eat my meat, bloody raw
  Jack, youre a classic megalomaniac
  You havent mentioned me once in your entire battle rap
  Pity your verse wasnt 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 bodys covered in more piss than kitty litter
  You stabbed women when they wouldnt give you attention
  Like a Penny Dreadful version of OJ Simpson
  But these days your nickname is all thats even known
  And you didnt even come up with that shit on your own
  Im real! Youll 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 whos the superior serial killer, Doctor Lecter?
  Im still wanted, youre forgotten
  People these days are watching Dexter
  So God protect ya from the hell Ive spread upon us
  Im terrorizing London, fuck the 7/7 bombers!
  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 Liottas brain and ask him how I get mine
  Im the bon vivant of violence, a licensed psychiatrist
  Who dines on highest society to the sound of violins
  Dont get me wrong, Id roast both your balls on my hibachi
  But for a serial killer, youre as tasteless as a bowl of Kashi
  You prey on a prostitute and play with her body
  I dont mind that youre naughty Jack, I hate that youre sloppy
  Barney, take me back to solitary confinement
  Cause this dirty little lamb has just been silenced
  WHO WON?
  WHOS NEXT?
  YOU DECIDE!
  EEEEEEEEEEE- -PIC RAP BATTLES OF HISTORY!