Some people call me the Creeper. 'Cuz they don't know my name or face. I got 'em running in circles. Because a homicidal genius never leaves a trace. I'm a lonely hunter. City full of game. Walkin' in the neon lights. Chop chop chop engine of destruction. Chop chop chop a perfect killing machine. Chop chop chop it's a symbiotic function. Chop chop chop I keep the city so clean. Chop chop chop. Some people call me the Ripper. Stole my modus operandi from the movie screen. She's just a celluloid stripper. Just another bloody player in my splatter-filled dream. Women on the streets. Want money when we meet. I take them for a little ride. Chop chop chop engine of destruction. Chop chop chop a perfect killing machine. Chop chop chop it's symbiotic function. Chop chop chop I keep the city so clean. Chop chop chop. She was standing on the corner. With her bright red lips. Her face was so white and pale (so pale). She had a black leather skirt. That was tight to her hips. And an anklet with a name. It spelled M A R Y..... Gail. Gail Gail Gail Gail. Gail Gail Gail Gail.