Luyện nghe bài hát Buffalo Bill

It Fits

1]
Better out sucka now I got ya where I want ya
Onslaught and I'm packin in my lunch a
Buncha launchers 'n a buncha contra
Ban-van of ganja, now come 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?
Who'd a knew the pew'd a do to me what done?
Such sin-a-sism when it 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 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 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.

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 wall- well how will the drywall take?
Well fuck it then, I've got but time- I'll wait.
Until it dries, for the I guess you're all safe.
After I sand it and buff it, I that I'll paint
My outta gas, my regular saw ain't.
Now here I come again, damn rumblin,
You can even hear the evil spirits comin within.
Someone's in the of my damn house rummagin,
It's a girl, she looks pretty thin, but I her skin.
Been on the again, when will it ever end?
Evelyn, why you tryin to You will never win.
Severin legs, arms, damn goes another limb.
Pull the lever then, trap door, 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, ya know about Buffalo Bill?
Nothin, so chill. Fuckin hoe, ya better fuckin still.
Make sure none of that in the bucket don't spill.
Cut em, gut em 'n just get to stuffin girls.
Man,I think she had enough of pills,
So take that thing away to come back later, just to in those steel
Blades, when 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 push it right through her, while ya put your skewers
her barbaquer? Would ya do to her
What ya usually do to a girl who'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 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 those kilts, in those kilts.
Man, you don't to go up in those hills,
Up in those hills, uppa-up in hills.
You better beware, stay of Buffalo Bill,
Bill, Buffa-Buffalo Bill.