[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'    '..fuckin' up MC troops'    'I will strange your neck and you'll still bang my casette'    on 'Logic and Reason'   '..stabbin up the pad with the vocab'    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