Ripper, Ripper what a whipper
brandishing the dog whip
calling it love when the red streaks are born
what about all that blood
the cut throats and stolen body parts?
not to speak of those dead women?
they led very hard lives
always drunk and abused
you didn't exactly make it easier on them
Oh, Ripper, you got it all wrong
and that knife wasn't a wished for gift
shame on you whose longevity is legendary
you murdering bastard shall never be forgotten
Originally Posted On Site: 2009-09-19 11:21:43
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