Luyện nghe bài hát Buffalo Bill

It Fits

1]
Better watch out now I got ya where I want ya
Onslaught and I'm packin in my lunch 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, boogyin to Frank Sinatra."
Lindsey to the Lohan, naked will you let me 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 my kids a fist-bump.
Christo-pher Reeves in my swim trunks,
"Mista, help me"'s he said to me, and then sunk.
Women, skinnin them and cuttin up in chunks,
In - the woman with cocoa-butter skin once.

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

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Always, you can see him in the hallways-
Carcasses of caucasian 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 take?
Well it then, I've got nothin but time- I'll wait.
Until it dries, for the I guess you're all safe.
After I sand it and buff it, I that I'll paint
My outta gas, my regular saw ain't.
Now here I again, damn stomach 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, will it ever end?
Evelyn, why you tryin to fight? You never win.
legs, arms, damn there goes 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 kilts, uppa-up in those kilts.
Man, you don't to go up in those hills,
Up in those hills, in those hills.
You better beware, clear of Buffalo Bill,
Bill, Buffa-Buffalo Bill.

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Now, what ya know Buffalo Bill?
Nothin, so chill. Fuckin hoe, ya fuckin 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 away to come later, just to clutch in those steel
Blades, Baby when I cut ya squeal,
I hate the noises, I fuckin told you!
I keep voices, like "Wouldn't ya like to go an get your butcher knife,
And push it right through her, while ya put your 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 tournament of sorts, Christmas you are."
I'll be to Gin-sue ya til there's no more skin to ya.
Boo-ya, who ya your fuckin 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 kilts, uppa-up in those kilts.
Man, you don't want to go up in hills,
Up in those hills, uppa-up in hills.
You better beware, clear of Buffalo Bill,
Bill, Buffa-Buffalo Bill.