Guess who's back

With a plan of attack

To derail the track

With a fucking carbon black

Carpet tack, they call me Jack

Kind of similar to the ripper

Killing strippers after I tip her

Leaving them in the back

In the body bag with the zipper

Taking a quick sip of the liquor

While I'm slipping them in the river

Can't forget the slipper, can't leave no evidence

Clean myself up after, then it's back to my residents

Murdering my neighbors, why scream as loud as elephants?

It never really mattered, their begging had no relevance