Luyện nghe bài hát Buffalo Bill

It Perfect

1]
Better watch out sucka now I got ya where I 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 cha-cha and the cucaracha a quad-ra-
Polegic, down to Frank Sinatra."
Lindsey to the Lohan, will you let me watch ya?
a knew the pew'd a do to me what it's done?
Such sin-a-sism when it in my system.
Blunt-igmatism betta spliff up to my son,
So much on my hands, I give my kids a fist-bump.
Christo-pher swimmin in my swim trunks,
"Mista, help me"'s he said to me, and then sunk.
Women, them and cuttin them up in chunks,
In clumps - the woman with cocoa-butter once.

Once again they 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 want to go up in those hills,
Up in those hills, in those hills.
You beware, stay clear of Buffalo Bill,
Buffalo Bill, Bill.

2]
Always, you can see him lurkin in the
Carcasses of females in his crawlspace.
How the hell did he fit em all such a small place?
Hide em in the wall- well how long will the take?
Well fuck it then, I've got nothin but I'll wait.
Until it dries, for the moment I you're all safe.
After I sand it and buff it, I guess that paint
My outta gas, my regular saw ain't.
Now I come again, damn stomach rumblin,
You can even hear the spirits comin from within.
in the back of my damn house rummagin,
It's a girl, she pretty thin, but I want her skin.
Been on the again, when will it ever end?
Evelyn, why you tryin to You will never win.
Severin legs, arms, damn there goes limb.
Pull the lever then, trap door, is evident.

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, stay of Buffalo Bill,
Bill, Buffa-Buffalo Bill.

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Now, what ya know about Bill?
Nothin, so chill. Fuckin hoe, ya fuckin 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 think she had of those pills,
So take thing away to come back later, just to clutch in those steel
Blades, Baby I cut ya don't squeal,
I hate the noises, I fuckin told you!
I keep hearin voices, like "Wouldn't ya like to go an get butcher knife,
And it right through her, while ya put your shish-kebab skewers
into her Would ya do to her
ya usually do to a girl who's skin's newer?"
"In a world of sin-doer, is turnin into a
tournament 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 your fuckin with? Duck, because here he comes again.

Once again they 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 want to go up in those hills,
Up in those hills, in those hills.
You better beware, stay clear of Bill,
Bill, Buffa-Buffalo Bill.