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[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