Luyện nghe bài hát Buffalo Bill

It Perfect

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

Once again they call me 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 want to go up in hills,
Up in those hills, in those hills.
You better beware, stay clear of 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 such 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 you're 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 hear the spirits comin from within.
Someone's in the back of my house rummagin,
It's a girl, she looks thin, but I want her skin.
Been on the hunt again, when will it ever
Evelyn, why you to fight? You will never win.
Severin legs, arms, damn there another limb.
Pull the lever then, door, death is evident.

Once again they call me 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,
Bill, Buffa-Buffalo Bill.

3]
Now, what ya 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 to come back later, just to clutch in those steel
Blades, Baby when I cut ya squeal,
I hate the noises, I fuckin told you!
I keep hearin voices, like "Wouldn't ya like to go an get your 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 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 he comes again.

Once again call 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 want to go up in those hills,
Up in those hills, uppa-up in hills.
You better beware, stay of Buffalo Bill,
Buffalo Bill, Bill.