[Verse 1]
Milky, and I'm back
My ace in the whole 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 it run like water, watch it 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 Ya Like Me Now, punk? You're living foul
Here's what my game is, kill is what my aim is
A washed-up rapper needs a wash-up, my name is
[Refrain]
Jack the Ripper
Jack-Jack-Jack the Ripper
Jack-Jack, Jack-Jack, Jack-Jack-Jack the Ripper (King Hercules)
[Verse 2]
Back for the payback, I must say that
I heard your new jam, I don't play that
It ain't loud, punk, it ain't hittin'
This year, you tried, next year, you're quittin'
Last year, you thought I was dying out
But again and again and again, without a doubt
It's the gangster 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 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
[Refrain]
Jack the Ripper
Jack-Jack-Jack the Ripper
Jack-Jack, Jack-Jack, Jack-Jack-Jack the Ripper (King Hercules)
[Verse 3]
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 hot-a
Movin' and groovin' and always improvin' a lot-a
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
If you know my name and my game and what I'm here to do
Party people, let me see if you could dance to
[Refrain]
Jack the Ripper
Jack-Jack-Jack the Ripper
Jack-Jack, Jack-Jack, Jack-Jack-Jack the Ripper (King Hercules)
[Bridge]
Break it down! (Hard rock, hard rock)
Break it down! (Hard rock, hard ro-rock)
Break it down! (Hard rock, hard ro-rock, hard rock-rock-rock-rock j-jam, hip-hop!)
Yo, Bob, show that old school sucker-punk what real hip-hop is, boy
(Hip-hip, hip-hip, hip-hip, hip)
Uh, uh, uh (Hip-hop)
[Verse 4]
How Ya Like Me Now?
I'm gettin' busier
I'm double-platinum, I'm watchin' you get dizzier
Check out the way I say my, display my fame, 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, as it flows on
When you see me, don't ask me if the show's on
How that sound? Don't come around
Playin' me close, Brown
Pull on 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 killin' emcees
I'ma keep on hittin' you with rough LPs
Day after day after day
You're smacked in the face by the bass of Cool J, I'm—
[Bridge]
The crowd is— the crowd is—
The crowd is— the crowd is—
The crowd is rockin' their head (Wow)
The crowd is— the crowd is—
The crowd is— the crowd is—
The crowd is rock-rock-rockin' their head (What?)
The crowd is— the crowd is—
The crowd is rock-rock-rockin'— (Cool)
Jack the Ripper, the baddest around!
[Verse 5]
I'ma feast on the microphone, The 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
Kickin' it mean, keepin' it clean
And you've never seen anybody rock the party
All you funky-beat-aholics, this beat's Bacardi
I go to the show and terrorize emcees, don't you know?
Movin' my hand like I'm playin' the piano
Don't touch the dial, don't change the channel
Don't let me hear you say I ain't debonair
I'm better than any emcee out there
As a matter of fact, suckers can't compare
When I'm rockin' the mic, people stop and stare
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