Luyện nghe bài hát Buffalo Bill

It Perfect

1]
Better out sucka now I got ya where I want ya
Onslaught and I'm packin in my lunch a
Buncha missle launchers 'n a contra
full of ganja, now come on ja-
Man stop! Man said, "Marshall, Oh-my-God, ya
Doin the and the cucaracha with a quad-ra-
Polegic, boogyin to Frank Sinatra."
Lindsey to the Lohan, will you let me watch ya?
Who'd a knew the a do to me what it's done?
Such sin-a-sism it isn't in my system.
betta spliff up to my lips son,
So on my hands, I gotta give my kids a fist-bump.
Christo-pher swimmin in my swim trunks,
"Mista, help me"'s what he said to me, and sunk.
Women, skinnin them and cuttin up in chunks,
In clumps - the woman with skin once.

Once again they me Buffalo Bill,
Buffalo Bill, Bill.
em up, hem em, sew em up in those kilts,
Up in those kilts, uppa-up in kilts.
Man, you don't want to go up in hills,
Up in those hills, in those hills.
You beware, stay clear of Buffalo Bill,
Bill, Buffa-Buffalo Bill.

2]
Always, you can see him lurkin in the
of caucasian females in his crawlspace.
How the hell did he fit em all into such a place?
Hide em in the wall- well how long the drywall take?
Well fuck it then, I've got nothin but time- wait.
it dries, for the moment I guess you're all safe.
After I it and buff it, I guess that I'll paint
My chainsaw's outta gas, my saw ain't.
Now here I come again, stomach rumblin,
You can even hear the evil spirits from within.
Someone's in the back of my damn rummagin,
It's a girl, she pretty thin, but I want her skin.
Been on the hunt again, when it ever end?
Evelyn, why you to fight? You will never win.
Severin legs, arms, damn goes another limb.
Pull the lever then, door, death is evident.

Once again they me Buffalo Bill,
Buffalo Bill, Bill.
Skin em up, hem em, sew em up in kilts,
Up in those kilts, in those kilts.
Man, you don't to go up in those hills,
Up in those hills, in those hills.
You beware, stay clear of Buffalo Bill,
Bill, Buffa-Buffalo Bill.

3]
Now, ya know about Buffalo Bill?
Nothin, so chill. Fuckin hoe, ya better hold still.
Make sure none of that lotion in the bucket spill.
Cut em, gut em 'n just get to stuffin girls.
Man,I think she had enough of pills,
So take that thing away to come back later, to clutch in those steel
Blades, Baby I cut ya don't squeal,
I hate the noises, I fuckin told you!
I keep hearin voices, like "Wouldn't ya like to go an get butcher knife,
And push it right through her, while ya put your shish-kebab
into her Would ya do to her
What ya usually do to a girl who's newer?"
"In a world of sin-doer, is turnin into a
Torment of sorts, Christmas ornaments you are."
be sure to Gin-sue ya til there's no more skin to ya.
Boo-ya, who ya think your fuckin with? Duck, here he comes again.

Once again they me Buffalo Bill,
Bill, Buffa-Buffalo Bill.
Skin em up, hem em, sew em up in kilts,
Up in those kilts, uppa-up in kilts.
Man, you don't want to go up in hills,
Up in those hills, uppa-up in hills.
You better beware, stay of Buffalo Bill,
Bill, Buffa-Buffalo Bill.