Intro

Reporter: So tell me... How do you feel about 'Jack the Ripper'?

[Evil Thriller laughter]

(Get him!)

Verse 1

Want me to get him? Well I got him

My mouth is an Uzi and I shot him

With the hundreds of rhymes and rhythm designed

To make him rewind this time I draw the line

He's mine...just chill

Don't nobody touch him cos Imma get ill

The boy's phony as a three-dollar bill

And this time I shoot to kill

Just like a sucker you took the bait

Now you're like a dead fish on my dish, too late

So party people kick your feet up, I'm about to heat up

You're hungry for a battle, now it's time to eat up

Boy, I'm gonna chew you, cos I knew you was

Talkin' that junk, punk, now Imma do you

The way you should be done, call you my son

Make you say "Daddy, I don't want none"

I've had enough of you actin' tough

You huff, puff, grab your stuff you cream puff bluff

Talk about a battle, but you don't wanna do it

You got yourself into it, you blew it

You egomaniac, I'm a brainiac

You came back with a stone cold plain attack

Your rhymes are weak-wack, how can you speak that?

You need to sneak back to the drawing board Jack...

The Ripper, down with my zipper

You get paid to be a Moe Dee tipster

Tryna knock the way I rock, get off my jock

Imma knock you out the box, let's go...

Let's Go!

Verse 2

Put up or shut up, get up, yeah what up?

Huh, get on the microphone and get cut up

Talk about how your records went double platinum

With those lyrics?! Huh, I laugh at them

So you got paid, take the money you've made

Bet it on yourself, are you afraid?

Money talks, B.S. walks

When I stalk like a hawk a victory is chalked

So put your money where your mouth is, you don't know about this

Battlin's for real men, and I doubt if

You can even hang or give a run for the money

You're just a sucker, and it's funny

How you never ever had a drop of juice in New York

And now you go on tour and try to talk that talk

You try to act like you're a big man, but you're a big fag

Stridin' and hidin' while ridin' my big man

You ain't got a chance in the world

Your records were smokin', but you sound like a girl...

[How you like me now? I'm gettin' busier

I'm double platinum] Hold up, is he a

Man or a girl? What in the world?

You sound like Cheryl the Pearl

And you wanna battle me on the microphone?

Leave that crack alone, let's go...

Let's Go!

I said, Let's Go!

Come on, boy! Let's Go!

Better than me?

Verse 3

Picture that with a Kodak

I don't take no shorts and