[Verse 1: Louis Logic]
Yo
When the lights go out in a psycho`s house
It`s cos I don`t wanna be seen slicin the white hoe`s blouse
Down the back before I inspect the skin
And slice two down insections in another bitch`s pressured flesh again
Police dream of arresting him, Buffalo Bill
Agent Starling even shot him but there`s some you don`t kill
Not with man-made guns and knives, cos once he dies
You turn your back on him and he comes alive for one more try
Run and hide if you must
But I`m in the shrubs outside of ya house pushing ya bedroom window up
So when you burst through the frontdoor tonight
I`ll be the crazy jerk who`s in persuit screaming `RUN FOR YA LIFE`
You can pump up your nikes and reeboks
And hike your kneesocks and run like you`re Steve Austin
I`ll catch you, no getaways from Jason the Leatherface
The guy who keeps marchin like he`s sleepwalking
[Chorus: *cut and scratched by the DJ*](2x)
`Rip off all your flesh and make a outfit` <-- Cage on `Agent Orange`
`..fuckin` up MC troops` <-- GZA on `Bring da Ruckus`
`I will strange your neck and you`ll still bang my casette` <-- Louis Logic
on `Logic and Reason`
`..stabbin up the pad with the vocab` <-- Inspectah Deck on `Bring da
Ruckus`
[Verse 2: Louis Logic]
Don`t look for Lou if you know whats good for you
Cos wouldn`t you make a nice addition to my woman-suit
Infact I`ll put a new blade on my chainsaw
Sharper than a chipped crooked tooth to cut your arms and legs off
Hells bells, I got me twelve shells
That are all well swelled up with jezebel pelts
And I`m set to sell a line of clothing
Of the finest woven bits of human flesh that I have chosen from the hives
I`ve stolen
Looks like I captured you just in time
To skin you and add you to next month`s spring line
Am I a monster or an entrepreneur? (YOU DECIDE)
Is it any worse if I kill you or sponsor your suicide?
Thats not a question you should hope that you`ll be asking
You`ll be dead, now put the fucking lotion in the basket
Or else it gets the hose again
Trapped in a cell at the bottom of my well with the wetness closing in
[Chorus](2x)
[Verse 3: Louis Logic]
When the transformation`s complete, stay in your seat
I`m about to make a retreat, straight to the street
Cos it`s alot of secret agents, police and feds
Thats gonna be upset they missed the chance to see me dead
So you can laugh at the fact that I`m dressed as a hoe
You won`t be laughing, when my knife is pressed to your throat
Forget what you know about Lou`s records
I don`t give a flying fuck who`s better
I`m tryna trap a new heffer
And use the skin to make a costume
That looks like your pop dukes and sneak in your mom`s room
I got you, when you least expect it
So you can save your feeble efforts to beef with records
Seek an exit, while I chase you through the living room
With a spoon to sneak a section of your skin-tissue
Cos I`m not another rapper who looks evil
I`m the livin proof, that bad things happen to good people
