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 in my lunch a
Buncha missle launchers 'n a contra
Ban-van full of ganja, now on ja-
Man stop! Man said, "Marshall, Oh-my-God, ya
Doin the cha-cha and the cucaracha with a
Polegic, down 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?
sin-a-sism when it isn't in my system.
Blunt-igmatism spliff up to my lips son,
So on my hands, I gotta give my kids a fist-bump.
Reeves swimmin in my swim trunks,
"Mista, help me"'s he said to me, and then sunk.
Women, skinnin them and cuttin up in chunks,
In clumps - the woman cocoa-butter skin once.

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 want to go up in hills,
Up in hills, uppa-up in those hills.
You better beware, stay clear of Bill,
Buffalo Bill, 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 small
Hide em in the wall- well how long will the take?
Well it then, I've got nothin but time- I'll wait.
Until it dries, for the moment I you're all safe.
After I sand it and buff it, I guess that I'll
My outta gas, my regular saw ain't.
Now here I again, damn stomach rumblin,
You can hear the evil spirits comin from within.
Someone's in the back of my house rummagin,
It's a girl, she looks pretty thin, but I 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 then, trap 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 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, what ya know about Bill?
Nothin, so chill. Fuckin hoe, ya better fuckin still.
Make sure none of that lotion in the bucket spill.
Cut em, gut em 'n get to stuffin those girls.
Man,I think she had enough of pills,
So take that away to come back later, just to clutch in those steel
Blades, Baby when I cut ya squeal,
I hate the loud noises, I fuckin 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
into her Would ya do to her
What ya do to a girl who's skin's newer?"
"In a world of sin-doer, this is into a
tournament of sorts, Christmas ornaments you are."
I'll be sure to Gin-sue ya til no more skin to ya.
Boo-ya, who ya your fuckin with? Duck, because here he comes again.

Once they 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 want to go up in hills,
Up in those hills, in those hills.
You better beware, clear of Buffalo Bill,
Bill, Buffa-Buffalo Bill.