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 packin in my a
missle launchers 'n a buncha contra
Ban-van full of ganja, now on ja-
Man stop! Man said, "Marshall, Oh-my-God, ya
Doin the cha-cha and the with a quad-ra-
Polegic, down to Frank 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 when it in my system.
Blunt-igmatism betta up to my lips son,
So much on my hands, I gotta give my a fist-bump.
Reeves swimmin in my swim trunks,
"Mista, help me"'s what he to me, and then sunk.
Women, them and cuttin them up in chunks,
In clumps - the woman cocoa-butter skin once.

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 don't want to go up in hills,
Up in those hills, in those hills.
You beware, stay clear of Buffalo Bill,
Bill, Buffa-Buffalo Bill.

2]
Always, you can see him lurkin in the
Carcasses of caucasian in his crawlspace.
How the hell did he fit em all such a small place?
Hide em in the wall- well how long the drywall take?
Well fuck it then, I've got nothin but I'll wait.
Until it dries, for the I guess you're all safe.
After I sand it and buff it, I guess that I'll
My chainsaw's gas, my regular saw ain't.
Now I come again, damn stomach rumblin,
You can hear the evil spirits comin from within.
in the back of my damn 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 tryin to fight? You will win.
legs, arms, damn there goes another limb.
Pull the 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, 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, clear of Buffalo Bill,
Buffalo Bill, Bill.

3]
Now, what ya know about Buffalo
Nothin, so chill. Fuckin hoe, ya better 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 she had enough of those 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 hearin voices, like "Wouldn't ya like to go an get your knife,
And push it right her, while ya put your shish-kebab skewers
into her Would ya do to her
What ya usually do to a who's skin's newer?"
"In a world of sin-doer, 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 your fuckin with? Duck, because here 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 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 beware, stay clear of Buffalo Bill,
Bill, Buffa-Buffalo Bill.