Luyện nghe bài hát Buffalo Bill

It Perfect

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

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

2]
Always, you can see him in the hallways-
Carcasses of females in his crawlspace.
How the hell did he fit em all into such a place?
Hide em in the well how long will the drywall take?
Well fuck it then, I've got but time- I'll wait.
Until it dries, for the I guess you're all safe.
I sand it and buff it, I guess that I'll paint
My chainsaw's gas, my regular 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 will it ever
Evelyn, why you tryin to fight? You will win.
legs, arms, damn there goes another limb.
Pull the lever then, door, death is evident.

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

3]
Now, what ya know Buffalo Bill?
Nothin, so chill. hoe, ya better fuckin hold still.
sure none of that lotion in the bucket don't spill.
Cut em, gut em 'n just get to those girls.
Man,I think she had enough of pills,
So take that thing away to come back later, just to clutch in steel
Blades, Baby when I cut ya squeal,
I the loud noises, I fuckin told you!
I hearin voices, like "Wouldn't ya like to go an get your butcher knife,
And push it right her, while ya put your shish-kebab skewers
into her barbaquer? ya do to her
ya usually do to a girl who's skin's newer?"
"In a world of sin-doer, this is 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, because here he again.

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