Luyện nghe bài hát Buffalo Bill

It Fits

1]
Better watch out now I got ya where I want ya
comin and I'm packin in my lunch a
Buncha missle 'n a buncha contra
full of ganja, now come on ja-
Man stop! Man said, "Marshall, Oh-my-God, ya
Doin the cha-cha and the cucaracha with a
Polegic, boogyin to Frank Sinatra."
to the Lohan, naked will you let me watch ya?
Who'd a the pew'd a do to me what it's done?
Such sin-a-sism when it in my system.
Blunt-igmatism betta up to my lips son,
So much on my hands, I gotta give my a fist-bump.
Christo-pher Reeves swimmin in my trunks,
"Mista, help me"'s what he to me, and then sunk.
Women, them and cuttin them up in chunks,
In clumps - the woman cocoa-butter skin once.

Once again 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 better beware, stay of Buffalo Bill,
Buffalo Bill, Bill.

2]
Always, you can see him in the hallways-
Carcasses of caucasian in his crawlspace.
How the did he fit em all into such a small place?
Hide em in the wall- how long will the drywall take?
fuck it then, I've got nothin but time- I'll wait.
Until it dries, for the moment I guess all safe.
After I sand it and buff it, I guess I'll paint
My chainsaw's outta gas, my saw ain't.
Now I come again, damn stomach rumblin,
You can hear the evil spirits comin from within.
Someone's in the of my damn house 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 fight? You will win.
legs, arms, damn there goes another limb.
Pull the lever then, door, death is evident.

Once they call me Buffalo Bill,
Buffalo Bill, 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 better beware, clear of Buffalo Bill,
Bill, Buffa-Buffalo Bill.

3]
Now, what ya know about Buffalo
Nothin, so chill. Fuckin hoe, ya better fuckin still.
Make sure none of 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 back later, just to clutch in those steel
Blades, Baby when I cut ya squeal,
I the loud noises, I fuckin told you!
I keep hearin voices, like "Wouldn't ya to go an get your butcher knife,
And push it right through her, ya put your shish-kebab skewers
into her 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
tournament of sorts, Christmas ornaments you are."
I'll be sure to Gin-sue ya til no more skin to ya.
Boo-ya, who ya think your with? Duck, because here he comes again.

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