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