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letra de crazy bitch - jack the ripper

[intro]
“hey baby you look for fun?”
“yeah. yeah i’m looking for fun.”
“you want some of this?”
“f-cking h-ll, 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-cking action you dirty sl-t!”

[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-tter
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 b-ss 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 sl-ts
dismembered body parts with deep cuts
and -ssertions all over them
f-cking wh0r-s i’m all over them like smallpox
or men who got small c-cks
and [?]
i’d rather f-cking 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 sl-ts
they get duct taped up
because i’d rather k!ll one than pay one to straight f-ck

“hey sugar, you want some of this?”
“yeah i f-cking want some of that.”
“well why don’t you let me get in the car then?”
“yeah, you can get in the f-cking car, come on then
hold on, let me get out, i’ll help ya
get in the f-cking 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-cking think
let alone hear these f-cking vocals

“shut the f-ck up b-tch, 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-tch, you f-cking sl-t!
ah f-ck it, this place’ll do
i’ve f-cking pulled up already sl-t it’s time to lose
your f-cking life, you see this f-cking knife?
it’ going in your throat.”
“no!”
“i’m gonna f-cking 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-cking wh0r-!
ah, you’re joking, f-ck, there’s a car approaching
get the f-ck down on the motherf-cking ground
and don’t make a f-cking sound, or i’ll slice your throat open.”
“quick, come over here!”
“f-ck, b-tch, are you crazy? that ain’t dogs i hear is it?
f-ck, i think it may be, i better leg it!”
“hurry up he’s getting away!”
“you f-cking b! there’s feds all over the place!
i just don’t get it, how the f-ck they know to come to ess-x?
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-ck, it’s her!”
“you sick motherf-cker, you’re under arrest
i’m not a wh0r-, i’m cid, i bet you never guessed
just like you didn’t know i pressed this b-tton 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-t!”
“yeah, go f-ck yourself b-tch!
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-cking getting hit when i get back out this sh-t
you’re f-cking dead!”
“you’re sick, take this f-cking lowlife away.”
“c-nts!”

- jack the ripper

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