Epic Rap Battles of History, EpicLLOYD, Dan Bull - Jack the Ripper vs Hannibal Lecter lyrics

Epic rap battles of history!
Jack the ripper! VERSUS!
Hannibal lecter! BEGIN!

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 gory a 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

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
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 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
But these days your nickname is
All that's even known
And you didn't even come up with
That shit on your own

I'm real! You'll 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 who's the superior serial killer
Doctor Lecter?
I'm still wanted, you're forgotten
People these days are watching Dexter
So God protect ya from the
Hell I've spread upon us
I'm 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 Liotta's brain and ask
Him how I get mine
I'm the bon vivant of violence
A licensed psychiatrist
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 prostitute 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