Luyện nghe bài hát Buffalo Bill

It Fits

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
Ban-van 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 down to Sinatra."
to the Lohan, naked will you let me watch ya?
Who'd a the pew'd a do to me what it's done?
Such sin-a-sism it isn't in my system.
Blunt-igmatism betta up to my lips son,
So much on my hands, I gotta give my a fist-bump.
Christo-pher Reeves in my swim trunks,
"Mista, me"'s what he said to me, and then sunk.
Women, skinnin and cuttin them up in chunks,
In - the woman with 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, 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,
Buffalo Bill, Bill.

2]
Always, you can see him in the hallways-
Carcasses of females in his crawlspace.
How the did he fit em all into such a small place?
Hide em in the wall- how long will the drywall take?
Well fuck it then, I've got nothin but time- wait.
Until it dries, for the moment I you're all safe.
After I sand it and it, I guess that I'll paint
My outta gas, my regular saw ain't.
Now I come again, damn stomach rumblin,
You can even hear the evil comin from within.
Someone's in the of my damn house 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 tryin to fight? You never win.
Severin legs, arms, there goes another limb.
the lever then, trap door, death is evident.

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

3]
Now, what ya 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 just get to stuffin girls.
Man,I she had enough of those pills,
So take that thing away to come back later, just to clutch in those
Blades, when I cut ya don't squeal,
I hate the loud noises, I told you!
I keep hearin voices, like "Wouldn't ya 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 of sin-doer, this is turnin into a
Torment of sorts, Christmas ornaments you are."
I'll be sure to ya til there's no more skin to ya.
Boo-ya, who ya think your with? Duck, because here he comes again.

Once they call 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 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.