Plan B - Modern Day Jack the Ripper lyrics

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Plan B - Modern Day Jack the Ripper lyrics

[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!"