Milky and I'm back   My ace in the hole 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 a serious joint   And 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 you like me now, punk? You living foul   Here's what my game is, kill is what my aim is   A washed up rapper needs a washer, my name is      Jack the Ripper   Jack the Ripper   Jack the Ripper   King Hercules      Back for the payback, I must say that   I heard your new jam, I don't play that   It ain't loud enough punk, it ain't hitting   This year you tried, next year you're quitting   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 is 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      Jack the Ripper   Jack the Ripper   Jack the Ripper   King Hercules      Jack the Ripper, a man, not a myth   AKA James Todd Smith   Hard like penitentiary steel   Breaking necks while I flex my sex appeal   Homegirls in the house, c'mon   Homegirls in the house, give it up   You gotta want to get hotter   Moving and grooving, and always improving a lot's of      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 the dance I want you to make moves   No one out there thought you could do   You know my name and my game and what I'm here to do   Party people, lemme see if you can dance to      Jack the Ripper   Jack the Ripper   Jack the Ripper   King Hercules      Break it down   Break it down   Break it down   Yo Bob, show that old school sucker punk   What real hip hop is, boy      How you like me now?, I'm getting busier   I'm double platinum, I'm watching you get dizzier   Check out the way I say my, display my, play 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 on, as it flows on   When you see me don't ask if the show's on      How that sound? Don't came around, playing 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 killing emcees   I'ma keep on hitting you with rough LP's   Day after day after day   You're smacked in the face by the bass of Cool J   I'm      [Incomprehensible]   Wow   [Incomprehensible]   What?   [Incomprehensible]   Who?   Jack the Ripper   So dance around      I'm a beast on the microphone, a night stalker   A killing machine, a savage street talker   Jason with an axe, but I put it on wax   To eradicate the suckers who thought I had relaxed   The prince of hip hop, straight from Queens   Kicking it mean, keeping 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?   Moving my hand like I'm playing 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 rocking the mic people stop and stare, at