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THE RIPPER
SHADOWS CREEPING THREW THE NIGHT
SEARCHING FOR THERE PREY
IN HIS EYES INSANITY
THERES BLOOD
UPON HIS BLADE
ON THE CITY STREETS
CREEPING THREW THE NITE
NO WERE TO HIDE
BLOOD IS IN HIS EYES
STALKING THE STREETS
LATE AT NITE
LOCK YOUR DOOR
RUN AND HIDE
YOULL BE DEAD
BE DEAD BEFORE
THE SUN WILL RISE
WATCH OUT
THE RIPPER
SEARCHING FOR THERE PREY
IN HIS EYES INSANITY
THERES BLOOD
UPON HIS BLADE
ON THE CITY STREETS
CREEPING THREW THE NITE
NO WERE TO HIDE
BLOOD IS IN HIS EYES
STALKING THE STREETS
LATE AT NITE
LOCK YOUR DOOR
RUN AND HIDE
YOULL BE DEAD
BE DEAD BEFORE
THE SUN WILL RISE
WATCH OUT
THE RIPPER
Published 18th Aug 2012
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26th Aug 2012 1:44am
If it wasnt for all the spelling and grammer mistakes this might actually have potential to be a deccent little nersury ryhme to tell the young ones and help keap them in bed.
31st Aug 2012 2:41am
