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"Cor, What a Ripper!"
Anon
Jack like'da cut up girls,
'E did it ev'ry mumf.
'Cept in October 'e forgot to do it
And nuffink rhymes wiv mumf.
'E like'da take 'is knife around,
And stab it their necks.
They only ever went wiv 'im,
'Cause they thought 'e wanted sex.
She'd like 'er skirt, so 'e could pork,
But 'e'd 'old 'er to the ground and strip 'er.
And when they saw what was in 'is 'and,
They'd cry, "Cor, what a Ripper!"
The cops would come and they would say,
"Who da f*** did this?"
"I don't even wanna look at that,"
"That bloody mulched up mess!"
They di'in't 'ave the first clue,
'Oo da Ripper was.
So they asked everyone if they were 'im,
But no one said because,
Most of them weren't anyway,
'Cept Jack who knew it was he.
But when they asked him, he just said,
"F***, it wasn't me!"
The cops were done, and Jack 'ad won,
No one would know it was 'im.
So he went for walk, with a smile on face,
Down by docks' rim.
But a crumbling dockside building,
Wasn't 'aving da best of days.
And as Jack merrily pranced below,
It rained bricks on the bay.
But 'e cowered just in time,
And missed getting 'it by them.
But when a few fell in 'is pockets,
He dropped into the Thames,
H'RAY!
Anon
Jack like'da cut up girls,
'E did it ev'ry mumf.
'Cept in October 'e forgot to do it
And nuffink rhymes wiv mumf.
'E like'da take 'is knife around,
And stab it their necks.
They only ever went wiv 'im,
'Cause they thought 'e wanted sex.
She'd like 'er skirt, so 'e could pork,
But 'e'd 'old 'er to the ground and strip 'er.
And when they saw what was in 'is 'and,
They'd cry, "Cor, what a Ripper!"
The cops would come and they would say,
"Who da f*** did this?"
"I don't even wanna look at that,"
"That bloody mulched up mess!"
They di'in't 'ave the first clue,
'Oo da Ripper was.
So they asked everyone if they were 'im,
But no one said because,
Most of them weren't anyway,
'Cept Jack who knew it was he.
But when they asked him, he just said,
"F***, it wasn't me!"
The cops were done, and Jack 'ad won,
No one would know it was 'im.
So he went for walk, with a smile on face,
Down by docks' rim.
But a crumbling dockside building,
Wasn't 'aving da best of days.
And as Jack merrily pranced below,
It rained bricks on the bay.
But 'e cowered just in time,
And missed getting 'it by them.
But when a few fell in 'is pockets,
He dropped into the Thames,
H'RAY!
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