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 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."
Lindsey to the Lohan, will you let me watch ya?
Who'd a knew the pew'd a do to me what it's
Such when it isn't in my system.
Blunt-igmatism 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 with cocoa-butter skin once.

Once they 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 those hills, uppa-up in hills.
You beware, stay clear of Buffalo Bill,
Buffalo Bill, Bill.

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

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

3]
Now, ya know about Buffalo Bill?
Nothin, so chill. Fuckin hoe, ya fuckin hold still.
Make sure none of lotion in the bucket don't spill.
Cut em, gut em 'n just get to those girls.
Man,I think she had enough of pills,
So take that thing away to come back later, to clutch in those steel
Blades, Baby when I cut ya squeal,
I hate the loud noises, I fuckin you!
I keep hearin voices, like "Wouldn't ya like to go an get your knife,
And push it right through her, while ya put your skewers
into her barbaquer? ya do to her
What ya usually do to a girl skin's newer?"
"In a of sin-doer, this is turnin into a
Torment tournament of sorts, Christmas you are."
I'll be sure to Gin-sue ya til there's no more 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 don't to go up in those hills,
Up in hills, uppa-up in those hills.
You beware, stay clear of Buffalo Bill,
Buffalo Bill, Bill.