Luyện nghe bài hát Buffalo Bill

It Perfect

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Better watch out sucka now I got ya where I ya
Onslaught comin and I'm in my lunch a
Buncha launchers 'n a buncha contra
Ban-van full of ganja, now on ja-
Man stop! Man said, "Marshall, Oh-my-God, ya
the cha-cha and the cucaracha with 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 it isn't in my system.
betta 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 he said to me, and then sunk.
Women, them and cuttin them up in chunks,
In - the woman with cocoa-butter skin once.

Once they call 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 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.

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Always, you can see him lurkin in the
Carcasses of caucasian in his crawlspace.
How the did he fit em all into such a small place?
Hide em in the wall- well how long will the take?
Well fuck it then, got nothin but time- I'll wait.
Until it dries, for the I guess you're all safe.
After I sand it and buff it, I guess I'll paint
My chainsaw's outta gas, my saw ain't.
Now here I again, damn stomach rumblin,
You can even hear the spirits comin from within.
Someone's in the back of my damn rummagin,
It's a girl, she looks pretty thin, but I her skin.
Been on the hunt again, when will it end?
Evelyn, why you tryin to fight? You never win.
Severin legs, arms, damn there another limb.
the lever 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 kilts, uppa-up in those 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,
Bill, Buffa-Buffalo Bill.

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Now, what ya about Buffalo Bill?
Nothin, so chill. Fuckin hoe, ya better hold still.
Make sure none of that 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 that thing away to come later, just to clutch in those steel
Blades, when I cut ya don't squeal,
I hate the loud noises, I 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 your 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 tournament of sorts, 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 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 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.