Reporter: So  tell me... How do you feel about 'Jack the Ripper'?
 [Evil Thriller laughter]
 (Get him!)
 Verse 1
 Want me to get him? Well I got him
 My mouth is an Uzi and I shot him
 With the hundreds of rhymes and rhythm designed
 To make him rewind  this time I draw the line
 He's mine...just chill
 Don't nobody touch him cos Imma get ill
 The boy's phony as a three-dollar bill
 And this time I shoot to kill
 Just like a sucker you took the bait
 Now you're like a dead fish on my dish, too late
 So party people kick your feet up, I'm about to heat up
 You're hungry for a battle, now it's time to eat up
 Boy, I'm gonna chew you, cos I knew you was
 Talkin' that junk, punk, now Imma do you
 The way you should be done, call you my son
 Make you say "Daddy, I don't want none"
 I've had enough of you actin' tough
 You huff, puff, grab your stuff you cream puff bluff
 Talk about a battle, but you don't wanna do it
 You got yourself into it, you blew it
 You egomaniac, I'm a brainiac
 You came back with a stone cold plain attack
 Your rhymes are weak-wack, how can you speak that?
 You need to sneak back to the drawing board Jack...
 The Ripper, down with my zipper
 You get paid to be a Moe Dee tipster
 Tryna knock the way I rock, get off my jock
 Imma knock you out the box, let's go...

 Let's Go!

 Verse 2

 Put up or shut up, get up, yeah what up?
 Huh, get on the microphone and get cut up
 Talk about how your records went double platinum
 With those lyrics?! Huh, I laugh at them
 So you got paid, take the money you've made
 Bet it on yourself, are you afraid?
 Money talks, B.S. walks
 When I stalk like a hawk a victory is chalked
 So put your money where your mouth is, you don't know about this
 Battlin's for real men, and I doubt if
 You can even hang or give a run for the money
 You're just a sucker, and it's funny
 How you never ever had a drop of juice in New York
 And now you go on tour and try to talk that talk
 You try to act like you're a big man, but you're a big fag
 Stridin' and hidin' while ridin' my big man
 You ain't got a chance in the world
 Your records were smokin', but you sound like a girl...
 [How you like me now? I'm gettin' busier
 I'm double platinum] Hold up, is he a
 Man or a girl? What in the world?
 You sound like Cheryl the Pearl
 And you wanna battle me on the microphone?
 Leave that crack alone, let's go...

 Let's Go!
 I said, Let's Go!
 Come on, boy! Let's Go!
 Better than me?

 Verse 3

 Picture that with a Kodak
 I don't take no shorts and you know that
 I roll hard, run the rap yard, put up your guard
 I don't get even, I get odd, Todd
 Always one up on ya
 And I tried to warn ya
 You slept, you took a backstep
 Ruined your rep and wept, you should've kept
 Your mouth shut, you know what?
 You gotta say you're sorry [I'm sorry] So what?
 You call me a punk, you wanna see who's soft?
 Put the microphone down, let's square-off
 You need a hand, you got hands for
 Tryna be me, now LL stands for
 Lower Level, Lack Lustre
 Last Least, Limp Lover
 Lousy Lame, Latent Lethargic
 Lazy Lemon, Little Logic
 Lucky Leech, Liver Lipped
 Laborious Louse on a Loser's Lips
 Live in Limbo, Lyrical Lapse
 Low Life with the loud raps, boy
 You can't win, huh, I don't bend
 Look what you got yourself in
 Just usin' your name I took those L's
 Hung 'em on your head and rocked your bells
 Now, here we go, blow for blow, let's throw
 Rhyme for rhyme, yours and mine, and yo
 When it's time to battle rhyme I know
 How to make it flow, so let's go
 To the ring, rapper's sing and swing
 Words and verse, see who deserves to be king
 Serve a blow to that ego
 As if you didn't know, let's go...

 Let's Go!
 Let's Go!

 Verse 4

 How can you say you're the best?
 Get put to the test in front of a million and fess
 Tried to withdraw because you saw
 The juice I got's not like before
 Huh, I'm formidable, unforgettable
 You're submittable, you look pitiful
 Yeah you're headstrong, but you're dead wrong
 Wanna survive? Stick with the love songs
 Take off your shirt, flex and flirt
 And leave the real hard rhymes to the hard rhyme experts
 If you don't, boy you'll get hurt
 Feel like dirt and have to revert
 To comin' on stage butt naked
 To make up for what you can't do on record
 Open your eyes twice the size and realise
 I'm on the rise and you're on the demise
 Ostracized by my reprise
 Step in my face and watch how that head flies
 I mean business and I'm serious
 I ain't sellin' out and now here he is
 Frontin' and fakin' and talkin' about makin'
 The money from money, now don't you know they can
 Use your support cos you've got caught
 Signed, sealed, delivered, sold and bought
 A puppet on a string with no heart
 A fool and his money will always part
 You used to be a rapper, turned into a businessman
 Loafin' on the job and cheatin' the fans
 I'm too potent, powerful and spiritual
 Mental, emotional, physical and lyrical
 You wanna beat me? It's gonna take a miracle
 You've got a lock on my jock like a pitbull