Thomas Hewitt

[Intro]
You little turd. You're so dead you don't even know it. Come on boy, beat it. Dang it

[Verse 1: Donnie Menace]
Weird killer and his blade's long
Chainsaw is the weapon of choice leaving everyone in the place gone
Survival is something I don't recommend to pray for
It's a waste of time you should be trying to escape more
All of humanity's what he's got a hate for
And the flesh on the plate is the only thing he's had a taste for
Brought the fifth and scared decapitated hеads are gonna be flying as peoplе are dying call that a brain storm
And stay strong as a retards strength
The mental illness he got no feelings he's down to kill or slay all
You gon' wake up with your face gone, stitched like a baseball into a mask and you get your face worn
If you hear that sound and know he's coming to get you and he is coming to kill you with precision as sharp as a Ginsu
To cut through your tissue and no one is gonna say you're normal when you're stuck in the middle of it
What is the motivation beyond the evilness and the wicked that he's holding deep inside of his brain
No one knows, he's always been misunderstood and never good, the devil will be proud of him for all of the pain he's brought to the race of humans
Under the influence of the guts that's he's consuming, puss out when you want, you're stupid now
You're like a starving vulture looking for food but he's moving on
You're running through the forest you must be stupid or suicidal
Surviving ain't likely when cutting through yo anatomy
Try to fight it but I be holding you down like gravity
There ain't nothing sophisticated about the way that he's feeding or preying on people, all of this shit is savage
You're looking like food and he is starving
He don't believe in digging ditches and putting bodies inside of coffins, he'd rather utilize all your meat
Or just butcher them and grind them up into burger meat and turn you into a sausage

[Chorus: Donnie Menace]
Run (Run!)
Run (Run!)
Run all you want but here he comes (Comes!)
Comes (Comes!)
Either way you're done there will be blood (Blood!)
Blood (Blood!)
He's just having fun and what's he want? (Want!)
Want (Want!)
To feed on everyone
They call him Leatherface
Leatherface, leather-leather-Leatherface
They call him Leatherface
Leatherface, l-l-l-l-Leatherface
They call him Leatherface
Leatherface, leather-leather-Leatherface
They call him Leatherface
Leatherface, l-l-l-l-Leatherface
They call him

[Verse 2: Donnie Menace]
What you gonna do when your van breaks down in the middle of the woods and there ain't nobody 'round to help you
It don't matter if you wanna hide, he can smell you
It don't matter if you wanna fight, he'll compel you
Now you're a slain corpse out on his table
Bout to be a main course up on his menu
You're dealing with a professional cannibal and every human that he sees delectable and edible
Vengeful, you could say that if you want but the reason's a mystery to everybody all around that knows about him
Even if he doesn't have a weapon he will catch and put his hands around their neck and then he's gonna drink the soul up out 'em
Taking 'em under his house and then he'll leave until they become froze
Sticking 'em up in the freezer, he don't let nobody decompose
Parts ain't going to waste, every organ in you is eatable
Stuffing 'em up in the oven then he bakes 'em like the pizza dough
But he ain't alone, and there ain't no one that can save you, even the police are with him he's untraceable
Try to run from his dungeon, his brother's gonna be chasing you
Cutting guts from your stomach as soon as he shoves the blade in you (Yeah)
Make a steak of you (Dead)
Mutilating you, stomping up on your head 'til it's looking like bloody baby food
You're in the middle of nowhere and no one's going to hear you scream
You're gonna rest in pieces, I'm peace and there ain't no grave for you
Chasing you is just another day of work
Over thirty years of murder and homie Leatherface ain't new to this
Swinging his chainsaw in the street like a lunatic
No comparison to anyone else he's the brutalist
So the next time that you take a road trip and just know the repercussions that you gon' get it
Time is the Leatherface there is no difference, either way he'll be coming for you to end yo existence

[Chorus: Donnie Menace]
Run (Run!)
Run (Run!)
Run all you want but here he comes (Comes!)
Comes (Comes!)
Either way you're done there will be blood (Blood!)
Blood (Blood!)
He's just having fun and what's he want? (Want!)
Want (Want!)
To feed on everyone
They call him Leatherface
Leatherface, leather-leather-Leatherface
They call him Leatherface
Leatherface, l-l-l-l-Leatherface
They call him Leatherface
Leatherface, leather-leather-Leatherface
They call him Leatherface
Leatherface, l-l-l-l-Leatherface
They call him