Luyện nghe bài hát Buffalo Bill

It Fits

1]
Better watch out sucka now I got ya where I ya
Onslaught comin and I'm packin in my a
Buncha missle 'n a buncha contra
full 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, down to Frank Sinatra."
Lindsey to the Lohan, will you let me watch ya?
Who'd a knew the 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.
Christo-pher Reeves in my swim trunks,
"Mista, help me"'s what he said to me, and 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, uppa-up in kilts.
Man, you don't to go up in those hills,
Up in hills, uppa-up in those hills.
You better beware, stay clear of Bill,
Buffalo Bill, Bill.

2]
Always, you can see him lurkin in the
Carcasses of caucasian in his crawlspace.
How the hell did he fit em all into such a small
Hide em in the well how long will the drywall take?
Well it then, I've got nothin but time- I'll wait.
it dries, for the moment I guess you're all safe.
After I sand it and buff it, I that I'll paint
My chainsaw's 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 back of my house rummagin,
It's a girl, she looks thin, but I want her skin.
Been on the hunt again, when will it end?
Evelyn, why you tryin to fight? You will win.
Severin legs, arms, damn there another limb.
Pull the lever then, trap door, is evident.

Once again they me Buffalo Bill,
Buffalo Bill, Bill.
em up, hem em, sew em up in those kilts,
Up in those kilts, 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,
Buffalo Bill, Bill.

3]
Now, what ya about Buffalo Bill?
Nothin, so chill. Fuckin hoe, ya better hold still.
Make sure of that lotion in the bucket don't spill.
Cut em, gut em 'n get to stuffin those girls.
Man,I she had enough of those pills,
So take that thing to come back later, just to clutch in those steel
Blades, when I cut ya don't squeal,
I hate the loud noises, I fuckin you!
I keep voices, like "Wouldn't ya like to go an get your butcher knife,
And push it through her, while ya put your shish-kebab skewers
into her Would ya do to her
What ya usually do to a girl skin'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 more to ya.
Boo-ya, who ya think fuckin with? Duck, because here he comes again.

Once they call 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, clear of Buffalo Bill,
Bill, Buffa-Buffalo Bill.