Louis Logic - Starling's Darling lyrics

Yo
When the lights go out in a psycho's house
It's cause I don't wanna be seen
Slicin the white ho's blouse
Down the back before I inspect the skin
And slice two diamonds sections in
Another bitch's precious 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
Cause 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 front door tonight
I'll be the crazy jerk who's in
Pursuit screaming 'RUN FOR YA LIFE'
You can pump up your Nikes and Reeboks
And hike your knee socks and
Run like you're Steve Austin i'll catch you
No getaways from Jason the Leatherface
The guy who keeps marching
Like he's sleepwalking
'Rip off all your flesh and make a outfit'

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 bit's 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

When the transformation's complete
Stay in your seat
I'm about to make a retreat
Straight to the street
Cause 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 ho
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
Cause, I'm not another rapper who looks evil
I'm the livin proof
That bad things happen to good people