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

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 want to go up in those hills,
Up in hills, uppa-up in those hills.
You better beware, stay of Buffalo Bill,
Bill, Buffa-Buffalo 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- well how long will the drywall
fuck it then, I've got nothin but time- I'll wait.
Until it dries, for the moment I guess all safe.
After I sand it and buff it, I guess that paint
My outta gas, my regular saw ain't.
Now here I come again, damn 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 thin, but I want her skin.
Been on the again, when will it ever end?
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,
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 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. Fuckin hoe, ya better fuckin still.
Make sure of that lotion in the bucket don't spill.
Cut em, gut em 'n get to stuffin those girls.
Man,I think she had of those pills,
So take that thing away to come back later, just to clutch in those
Blades, Baby I cut ya don't squeal,
I hate the loud noises, I told you!
I keep hearin voices, "Wouldn't ya like to go an get your butcher knife,
And push it right her, while ya put your shish-kebab skewers
her barbaquer? Would ya do to her
What ya usually do to a girl who's newer?"
"In a world of sin-doer, this is into a
Torment tournament of sorts, ornaments you are."
be sure to Gin-sue ya til there's no more skin to ya.
Boo-ya, who ya think your fuckin Duck, because here he comes again.

Once again they call me Bill,
Buffalo Bill, 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, uppa-up in hills.
You better beware, stay of Buffalo Bill,
Bill, Buffa-Buffalo Bill.