Luyện nghe bài hát Buffalo Bill

It Fits

1]
Better watch out now I got ya where I want ya
Onslaught comin and I'm in my lunch a
Buncha missle '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, 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 it's done?
Such when it isn't in my system.
Blunt-igmatism betta spliff up to my son,
So much on my hands, I gotta give my a fist-bump.
Christo-pher Reeves swimmin in my trunks,
"Mista, me"'s what he said to me, and then sunk.
Women, skinnin them and cuttin up in chunks,
In clumps - the woman with 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, in those hills.
You better beware, stay 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 into a small place?
em in the wall- 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 come again, damn rumblin,
You can even hear the spirits comin from within.
Someone's in the back of my damn rummagin,
a girl, she looks pretty thin, but I want her skin.
Been on the hunt again, will it ever end?
Evelyn, why you tryin to You will 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 those kilts, uppa-up in kilts.
Man, you don't want to go up in hills,
Up in those hills, in those hills.
You beware, stay clear of Buffalo Bill,
Buffalo Bill, Bill.

3]
Now, what ya know Buffalo Bill?
Nothin, so chill. Fuckin hoe, ya better hold still.
Make none of that 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 come back later, just to clutch in those
Blades, when I cut ya don't squeal,
I the loud noises, I fuckin told you!
I keep hearin voices, "Wouldn't ya like to go an get your butcher knife,
And push it right through her, while ya put shish-kebab skewers
into her Would ya do to her
What ya do to a girl who's skin's newer?"
"In a of sin-doer, this is turnin 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 fuckin with? Duck, because here he comes again.

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 want to go up in those hills,
Up in hills, uppa-up in those hills.
You better beware, stay of Buffalo Bill,
Buffalo Bill, Bill.