Jack the Ripper

Milky, and I'm back

My ace in the hole was this brand new track

I'ma slow it up and speed it up, and now you're gonna eat it up

Listen to the funky beat, my tongue is gonna beat it up

I did it, but the Devil didn't make me

I did it for the suckers who tried to shake and bake me

Proving a point that I'm the serious joint

You can roll me up and puff me, and then I'll anoint

Your head with oil, lots of oil

Make you run like water, watch you boil

'Cause I made 'em play it, made 'em say it

Made 'em okay it, made 'em obey it, huh

Prince of the growl is on the prowl

How you like me now, punk, you're living foul

Here is what my game is, kill is what my aim is

A washed up rapper needs a washer, my name is

Jack the Ripper

Jack-Jack-Jack the Ripper

Jack-Jack, Jack-Jack

Jack-Jack-Jack the Ripper

King Hercules

Back for the payback, I must say that

I heard your new jam, I don't play that

It ain't loud enough punk, it ain't hitting

This year you tried, next year you're quitting

Last year you thought I was dying out

But again and again and again, without a doubt

It's the gangsta boogie, the earthquake sound

Pump it up and play it, so they hear it all around

I do it up, rough, tough, I don't bluff

And this is an example of funky stuff

When you wanna make hits, you make 'em like this

They ain't like this, they don't hit, they miss

It's a strong record, a record for the strong

For those who appreciate real rap songs

Listen how I won't allow myself to go off track

Stay back, I got the power, I'm

Jack the Ripper

Jack-Jack-Jack the Ripper

Jack-Jack, Jack-Jack

Jack-Jack-Jack the Ripper

King Hercules

Jack the Ripper a man not a myth

A K A James Todd Smith

Hard like penitentiary steel

Breaking necks while I flex my sex appeal

Homegirls in the house, come on

Homegirls in the house, give it up

You gotta want to get hotter

Moving and grooving and always improving a lotta

But people don't know how nice I am

He was sleeping, so now I gotta slice my man

Like ham in a pan, wrap him up in Saran

Kidnap him and slap him up inside of a van

While you're doing your dance I want you to make moves

No one out there thought you could do

You know my name and my game and what I'm here to do

Party people let me see if you can dance to

Jack the Ripper

Jack-Jack-Jack the Ripper

Jack-Jack, Jack-Jack

Jack-Jack-Jack the Ripper

King Hercules

Break it down

Break it down

Break it down

Yo Bob, show that old school sucker punk what real hip-hop is, boy

How you like me now, I'm getting busier

I'm double platinum, I'm watching you get dizzier

Check out the way I say my, display my, play my

J on the back, behind the Cool without the A Y

I love to ride the groove because the groove is smooth

It makes me move and I'll improve

As it goes on, as it flows on

When you see me, don't ask me if the show's on

How that sound, don't come around

Playing me close, brown, pulling my jock to be down

You need to stay down, way down, because you're low down

Do that dance, the prince of rap is gonna throw down

Aiming to please while I'm killing MC's

I'ma keep on hitting you with rough LP's

Day after day after day

You smacked in the face by the bass of Cool J, I'm

While

What?

Who?

Jack the Ripper, the baddest around

I'm a beast on the microphone, a night stalker

A killing machine, a savage street talker

Jason with a axe, but I put it on wax

To eradicate the suckers who thought I had relaxed

The prince of hip-hop, straight from Queens

Kicking it mean, keeping it clean

And you've never seen anybody rock a party

All you funky beat-aholics, this beat's Bacardi

I go to the show and

Terrorize MCs, don't you know?

Moving my hand like I'm playing the piano

Don't touch the dial, don't change the channel

Don't let me hear you say I ain't debonaire

I'm better than any MC out there

As a matter of fact, suckers can't compare

When I'm rocking the mic, people stop and stare