Realization VS Leatherface

YO,

leatherface the don dada, I'll slaughter you whole//
and watch your brother barbeque your organs cold//
fuck a fight, lets get it on in the kitchen//
so I could take you out of your cage, and off you like my chickens//
just like you see me in the films, I'll enter your dreams,
and become a reality like your favorite TV-scene//
the real fatboy, I clap toys like children in mental-institutions//
I'd lend you a solution but you'd probably pretend you wasnt-stupid//
so that leaves me with regret to help you, cause you get on my-nerves,
because I dont fuck with retarded niggas, like gangsters with-herbs//
you need a new brain, shorty shit stain, you raw? never that, you bitch-made/
put the chainssaw to your ribcage and watch your corpse boogie in sick-ways//
who the rawest nigga around? I'll pretend you never acknowledged-me,
I was proud to be your father but undoubtedly, the results proved that I'm not, biologically//
psychotically, neurotically, Im far surpassed your phycology,
but whats odd to me, the realization of it all never bothered me/