Shadowville Productions beat 'GunSmoke'. A dark rap about the prostitute-killing mass murdering Brit.
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Story behind the song
Was bored backstage during Jack The Ripper: The Musical. Got inspired by all the ho killin', yo.
Lyrics
Whilst candle wicks lit up in their brackets flicker
This ghastly figure's slippin' on his black hat, grippin'
A nasty weapon. Itchin' for some acts of slittin'
Skittering through backalleys, yo, it's Jack the Ripper
Claspin' a massive dagger- he'll have you gaspin'
Splatterin' patterns of blood spatter as you're raspin'
His feet pitter-patter, then ZIP! He'll slash your nipples
'Tit for tat' bitch, he'll hack your hips til you're left crippled
Whiplash your neck backwards then bash your lip in
Mad with passion; your gashes drippin and splashes ripplin'
He'll strip a slut, rip her up then gut, slit and cut her
Scattering her battered, tattered bits all up along the gutter
Your heart's a-flutterin' at the mere thought of this nutter
A rotten attacker who's slaughterin' whores as holy martyrs
Such a terrible butcher, wearin' all their guts for garters
As hoards of feral rats swarm to tear apart their carcass
Whilst candle wicks lit up in their brackets flicker
This ghastly figure's slippin' on his black hat, grippin'
A nasty weapon. Itchin' for some acts of slittin'
Skittering through backalleys... yo, it's Jack the Ripper
He's the phantom standin' behind you, pantin'
Pretending the severed head held in his hand is a lantern
All prostitutes who've lost a tooth will get chopped in two
Gargling red froth gutterally as he throttles you
Garotted blue- a grisly vision layin' maimed
On the pavement, slain. Body clotted with bloodstains
Fissures of viscous crimson will viciously issue
From your innards, twisted gizzards... "Miss, here's a tissue."
They say that no man can hold a candle to ya
He'll grab a knife's blade and stab the handle through ya
Some poor unfortunate whore morbidly tortured
A sordidly gored throat's just natural causes
One night, a knife will silently lead your demise
His plight of violence breeding more feeble cries
A highly graphic psychopathic breed of strife
He'll slyly slice twice, you’ll die and bleed from life
Whilst candle wicks lit up in their brackets flicker
This ghastly figure's slippin' on his black hat, grippin'
A nasty weapon. Itchin' for some acts of slittin'
Skittering through backalleys... yo, it's Jack the Ripper
