Luyện nghe bài hát Buffalo Bill

It Fits

1]
Better out sucka now I got ya where I want ya
Onslaught comin and I'm in my lunch a
Buncha 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 down to 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 when it in my system.
Blunt-igmatism betta spliff up to my son,
So much on my hands, I gotta my kids a fist-bump.
Christo-pher Reeves in my swim trunks,
"Mista, help me"'s what he said to me, and sunk.
Women, them and cuttin them up in chunks,
In clumps - the woman with cocoa-butter once.

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 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 lurkin in the
Carcasses of caucasian in his crawlspace.
How the hell did he fit em all into a small place?
Hide em in the wall- well how long will the drywall
Well fuck it then, I've got nothin but I'll wait.
Until it dries, for the moment I guess all safe.
After I sand it and buff it, I guess I'll paint
My outta gas, my regular saw ain't.
Now here I come again, damn rumblin,
You can even the evil spirits comin from within.
Someone's in the back of my house rummagin,
a girl, she looks pretty thin, but I want her skin.
Been on the hunt again, when will it end?
Evelyn, why you to fight? You will never win.
Severin legs, arms, damn goes another limb.
Pull the lever then, trap door, is evident.

Once again they 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, stay of Buffalo Bill,
Buffalo Bill, Bill.

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

Once again call me Buffalo Bill,
Bill, Buffa-Buffalo Bill.
Skin em up, hem em, sew em up in kilts,
Up in those kilts, in those kilts.
Man, you want to go up in those hills,
Up in those hills, in those hills.
You better beware, stay of Buffalo Bill,
Buffalo Bill, Bill.