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[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 x2: cut and scratched by the DJ] [Cage on 'Agent Orange'] 'Rip off all your flesh and make a outfit' [GZA on 'Bring da Ruckus'] '..fuckin' up MC troops' [Louis Logic on 'Logic and Reason'] 'I will strange your neck and you'll still bang my casette' [Inspectah Deck on 'Bring da Ruckus'] '..stabbin up the pad with the vocab' [Verse 2: Louis Logic] SongtexteDon'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 x2] [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 Aus Songtexte Mania