Rob Kelly - Jack The Ripper lyrics

Tattooed in holy pictures but far removed from the scriptures God flow I put the holy ghost in the listener Rob don't take no back chat from no mister or mrs I get you wrapped up like a christenin I wet your head like your baptized Nowadays every body wanna play a bad guy Good actors telling mad lies Stick em in the ground like cat's eyes Audi A4 with the big wheels Nice Lingerie and some sick heels I pour my ashes on a soundboy testin him Mad lyin like they used to run with KRS and them Sinister Rap put your head in your hat Hit your wifey on the neck leave her dead in your lap I stay fresh like dougie up jump the boogie In a pair of timberlands all tan like snookie I don't really think they want beef with the squad I creep through the hills and I creep through the fog I'm so out of control, my ego's getting bigger I'm k**ing this b*tch you can call me jack the ripper (hey hey hey) I said beef with the squad I creep through the hills and I creep through the fog I'm so out of control my egos getting bigger I'm k**ing this b*tch you can call me jack the ripper Fresh 'Lo gear kicking Stupid Raps On A Motorbike Like Super Cat Singing the Ghetto Red Hot In a 91 Mazda with a ghetto head mot I'm a dirty rap singer singin filth flarn flith With a bra** knuckle on me that would twist your lips They can call you tommy two mouths, I'll put the dude Out these rappers on my nerves pull their f*ckin tooth out So play me sweet, get a cavity, I'll have your front door Lookin like the f*ckin sons of anarchy So have a think if you wanna go one call I send the bikers To your door like dominoes Geronimo with the knife in me teeth put it to your neck when Your with your wife in the sheets Tell her big up big up, it's a stick up stick up Dumb b**hes callin me I don't pick up pick up I don't really think they want beef with the squad I creep through the hills and I creep through the fog I'm so out of control, my ego's getting bigger I'm k**ing this b*tch you can call me jack the ripper (hey hey hey) I said beef with the squad I creep through the hills and I creep through the fog I'm so out of control my egos getting bigger I'm k**ing this b*tch you can call me jack the ripper (scratching) It's the rap game jack dempsey jaw paw jigalo Head board going bam bam like bigelow F*ck your little label and your bullsh** single I been nice Since monie was in the motherf*ckin middle Saying monie where you at? in the middle I was little Still slept on cut the f*ckin pillow and the dribble They say do a song with me rob boy you're a bad man No you won't have rob in but you'll get the bat man F*ck snotty dude, you're the lodi dodi crew You don't cos trouble and you don't bother nobody you Don't want it with bobby you get smacked in the face And if I ever see you in public I'm catching a case Shook of no one you don't instill terror in kel A big b*stard plus I rap terribly well Kel terrible, your favourite dj gimme the replay And you can't even try to f*ck around with R.O.B - K