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 buncha
Ban-van full of ganja, now on ja-
Man stop! Man said, "Marshall, Oh-my-God, ya
Doin the 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 the pew'd a do to me what it's done?
Such sin-a-sism it isn't in my system.
Blunt-igmatism spliff up to my lips son,
So much on my hands, I gotta my kids a fist-bump.
Reeves swimmin in my swim trunks,
"Mista, help me"'s what he to me, and then sunk.
Women, skinnin them and them up in chunks,
In - the woman with 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, uppa-up in hills.
You beware, stay clear of Buffalo Bill,
Buffalo Bill, Bill.

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Always, you can see him in the hallways-
Carcasses of caucasian in his crawlspace.
How the hell did he fit em all into such a small
Hide em in the wall- well how will the drywall take?
Well fuck it then, 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 I'll
My outta gas, my regular saw ain't.
Now here I come again, damn rumblin,
You can even hear the evil spirits from within.
Someone's in the of my damn 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, there goes another limb.
Pull the then, trap door, death is evident.

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 hills, uppa-up in those hills.
You better beware, clear of Buffalo Bill,
Buffalo Bill, Bill.

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Now, what ya know about Buffalo
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 get to stuffin those girls.
Man,I think she had enough of pills,
So take that thing away to back later, just to clutch in those steel
Blades, Baby I cut ya don't squeal,
I hate the loud noises, I told you!
I keep hearin voices, like "Wouldn't ya like to go an get 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 girl who's newer?"
"In a world of sin-doer, this is into a
Torment of sorts, Christmas ornaments you are."
I'll be sure to Gin-sue ya til there's no skin to ya.
Boo-ya, who ya think your fuckin with? Duck, here he comes again.

Once again they call me Bill,
Bill, Buffa-Buffalo Bill.
Skin em up, hem em, sew em up in kilts,
Up in those kilts, in those kilts.
Man, you want to go up in those hills,
Up in those hills, uppa-up in hills.
You better beware, stay clear of Bill,
Bill, Buffa-Buffalo Bill.