The Beginning

[Intro: Robert "Chop Top" Sawyer (Bill Moseley)]
Dog will hunt. Get that bitch, Leatherface. Get that bitch. Dog will hunt

[Verse 1: Damien Quinn]
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?

[Chorus: Damien Quinn & Geno Cultshit]
I ain't afraid to stab your face with a chainsaw
Boy 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

[Interlude]
Hmm. I like your new face

[Verse 2: Damien Quinn]
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

[Chorus: Damien Quinn & Geno Cultshit]
I ain't afraid to stab your face with a chainsaw
Boy 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

[Outro: Robert "Chop Top" Sawyer (Bill Moseley)]
Leatherface, you b*tch! Look what you did to my Sonny Bono wig do - oh, goddamn I can't believe it