The Beginning - Intellectual

[Intro: Robert "Chop Top" Sawyer (Bill Moseley)]

Dog will hunt. Get that bitch, Leatherface. Get that bitch. Dog will hunt

My name ain't Thomas Hewitt, bitch, this ain't Texas

Body parts sticking out the trunk of my Lexus

Your girl's in my oven, man, you really wanna test this?

Welcome to my home now known as your abyss

Pieces of your skull I've glued to the wall

Cut you off at the waist, taste your blood, watch you crawl

As I maul on your leg, you cry and you beg

Your gang I move on it as I load up the mag

No need for a body bag, I'ma eat up the remains

And as the main course I'ma serve up your brains

Your life is a game now, can you handle that?

Or can you handle the meat hook I just put in your back?

I ain't afraid to stab your face with a chainsaw

Boy I ain't afraid to stab your face with a chainsaw

Boy your flesh is fileted for the devil you betrayed

Hmm… I like your new face

Ain't nothing better than sewing faces together

Put your face on my head, now we beautiful forever

Heads I love to sever and keep down in my cellar

The rest of your limbs are in a tub of vinegar

Yes I'm sinister, your family's in my freezer

It's almost time for supper so I'm hacking up your mother

Yes you're finna suffer as I slowly cut your face

And before I lick your blood I make Grandpa have a taste

Nothing goes to waste, I chew flesh right to the bone

And what I don't eat I use to furnish my home

I ain't afraid to stab your face with a chainsaw

Boy I ain't afraid to stab your face with a chainsaw

Boy your flesh is fileted for the devil you betrayed

Leatherface, you b*tch! Look what you did to my Sonny Bono wig do - oh, goddamn I can't believe it