Plan B (UK)
Modern Day Jack the Ripper
[Intro]
"Hey baby you look for fun?"
"Yeah. Yeah I'm looking for fun."
"You want some of this?"
"Fucking hell, yeah, I'd love some."
"You looking to come and play?"
"Yeah I'll come and play."
"You want action?"
"Yeah I'm looking for fucking action you dirty slut!"

[Verse 1]
Close your eyes and try and picture
A modern day Jack the Ripper
Scouring the streets of Whitechapel
Armed with twenty knicker
To pay some filthy cunt before I slit her
Split her guts all over the pavement
She won't know what hit her
Because I'm the sickest cunt for miles
There's no one round here sicker
Plus she'll be dead before she feels me put it in her shitter
Her Gary Glitter, the dirty little ripper
I've never been a quitter
If I can't find no prozzies then I'll follow home a stripper
Wait for her outside the strip club
In a car then cruise past say
"Do you want a lift love?"
[Verse 2]
When she's down the street [?] I'll creep up
She'll say no of course which'll mean I gotta beat her
Throw her in the boot next to my bass amp and my speaker
Then drive all up to High Beach at high speed
[?] Forest High trees are the perfect place to hide the cheap sluts
Dismembered body parts with deep cuts
And assertions all over them
Fucking whores I'm all over them like smallpox
Or men who got small cocks
And [?]
I'd rather fucking carve up
Not because I'm hard up
Or that I'm tryna mask up
That deep down inside I'm emotionally scarred up
It's simply because I hate sluts
They get duct taped up
Because I'd rather kill one than pay one to straight fuck

"Hey sugar, you want some of this?"
"Yeah I fucking want some of that."
"Well why don't you let me get in the car then?"
"Yeah, you can get in the fucking car, come on then
Hold on, let me get out, I'll help ya
Get in the fucking boot you slag, get in there!"
[Verse 3]
I'm listening to Necro, on my car stereo
On my way to High Beach, where I go to bury hoes
Because I got a smelly ho in my boot
Yelling so loud I can hardly motherfucking think
Let alone hear these fucking vocals

"Shut the fuck up bitch, and let me listen to Dead Body Disposal
So I know all the different ways in which to cut you up
Dispose of your rotting corpse you bitch, you fucking slut!
Ah fuck it, this place'll do
I've fucking pulled up already slut it's time to lose
Your fucking life, you see this fucking knife?
It' going in your throat."
"No!"
"I'm gonna fucking slice
It won't feel very nice when I splice your neck
And blood sprays all over my face and specs, like I got measles."
"What you doing this for?"
"Because I'm evil, and I like to see things suffer, especially people
Plus what you do ain't legal."
"What?"
"It's against the law!"
"You can talk!"
"Shut up you filthy fucking whore!
Ah, you're joking, fuck, there's a car approaching
Get the fuck down on the motherfucking ground
And don't make a fucking sound, or I'll slice your throat open."
"Quick, come over here!"
"Fuck, bitch, are you crazy? That ain't dogs I hear is it?
Fuck, I think it may be, I better leg it!"
"Hurry up he's getting away!"
"You fucking B! There's feds all over the place!
I just don't get it, how the fuck they know to come to Essex?
Ah my leg was that a bullet or a rubber pellet?
I can't tell the difference, all I know is that it hurts!
Holy fuck, it's her!"
"You sick motherfucker, you're under arrest
I'm not a whore, I'm CID, I bet you never guessed
Just like you didn't know I pressed this button on my phone
That tells my unit where I am in case I'm ever thrown
In the back of some cunt's boot and driven down to Epping
Sat there sweating while I'm threatened with a dangerous weapon
You piece of shit!"
"Yeah, go fuck yourself bitch!
I spit on you, you ain't nothing big!
Ain't got nothing but the stick
On me for long enough
To stop you fucking getting hit when I get back out this shit
You're fucking dead!"
"You're sick, take this fucking lowlife away."
"CUNTS!"