[Intro]
"Hey baby you look for fun?"
"Yeah. Yeah I'm looking for fun."
"You want some of this?"
"f**ing hell, yeah, I'd love some."
"You looking to come and play?"
"Yeah I'll come and play."
"You want action?"
"Yeah I'm looking for f**ing action you dirty s*ut!"
[Verse 1]
Close your eyes and try and picture
A modern day Jack the Ripper
Scouring the streets of Whitechapel
Armed with twenty knicker
To pay some filthy c*nt before a slit her
Split her guts all over the pavement
She won't know what hit her
Because I'm the sickest c*nt for miles
There's no one round here sicker
Plus she'll be dead before she feels me put it in her sh**ter
Her Gary Glitter, the dirty little ripper
I've never been a quitter
If I can't find no prozzies then I'll follow home a stripper
Wait for her outside the strip club
In a car then cruise past say
"Do you want a lift love?"
[Verse 2]
When she's down the street [?] I'll creep up
She'll say no of course which'll mean I gotta beat her
Throw her in the boot next to my ba** amp and my speaker
Then drive all up to High Beach at high speed
[?] Forest High trees are the perfect place to hide the cheap s*uts
Dismembered body parts with deep cuts
And a**ertions all over them
f**ing who*es I'm all over them like smallpox
Or men who got small co*ks
And [?]
I'd rather f**ing carve up
Not because I'm hard up
Or that I'm tryna mask up
That deep down inside I'm emotionally scarred up
It's simply because I hate s*uts
They get duct taped up
Because I'd rather k** one than pay one to straight f**
"Hey sugar, you want some of this?"
"Yeah I f**ing want some of that."
"Well why don't you let me get in the car then?"
"Yeah, you can get in the f**ing car, come on then
Hold on, let me get out, I'll help ya
Get in the f**ing boot you slag, get in there!"
[Verse 3]
I'm listening to Necro, on my car stereo
On my way to High Beach, where I go to bury hoes
Because I got a smelly ho in my boot
Yelling so loud I can hardly motherf**ing think
Let alone hear these f**ing vocals
"Shut the f** up b**h, and let me listen to Dead Body Disposal
So I know all the different ways in which to cut you up
Dispose of your rotting corpse you b**h, you f**ing s*ut!
Ah f** it, this place'll do
I've f**ing pulled up already s*ut it's time to lose
Your f**ing life, you see this f**ing knife?
It' going in your throat."
"No!"
"I'm gonna f**ing slice
It won't feel very nice when I splice your neck
And blood sprays all over my face and specs, like I got measles."
"What you doing this for?"
"Because I'm evil, and I like to see things suffer, especially people
Plus what you do ain't legal."
"What?"
"It's against the law!"
"You can talk!"
"Shut up you filthy f**ing who*e!
Ah, you're joking, f**, there's a car approaching
Get the f** down on the motherf**ing ground
And don't make a f**ing sound, or I'll slice your throat open."
"Quick, come over here!"
"f**, b**h, are you crazy? That ain't dogs I hear is it?
f**, I think it may be, I better leg it!"
"Hurry up he's getting away!"
"You f**ing B! There's feds all over the place!
I just don't get it, how the f** they know to come to Ess**?
Ah my leg was that a bullet or a rubber pellet?
I can't tell the difference, all I know is that it hurts!
Holy f**, it's her!"
"You sick motherf**er, you're under arrest
I'm not a who*e, I'm CID, I bet you never guessed
Just like you didn't know I pressed this bu*ton on my phone
That tells my unit where I am in case I'm ever thrown
In the back of some c*nt's boot and driven down to Epping
Sat there sweating while I'm threatened with a dangerous weapon
You piece of sh**!"
"Yeah, go f** yourself b**h!
I spit on you, you ain't nothing big!
Ain't got nothing but the stick
On me for long enough
To stop you f**ing getting hit when I get back out this sh**
You're f**ing dead!"
"You're sick, take this f**ing lowlife away."
"c*ntS!"