Luyện nghe bài hát Buffalo Bill

It Perfect

1]
Better watch out now I got ya where I want ya
comin and I'm packin in my lunch 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 cha-cha and the with a quad-ra-
Polegic, boogyin to Frank Sinatra."
Lindsey to the Lohan, naked 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 give my a fist-bump.
Christo-pher swimmin in my swim trunks,
"Mista, help me"'s what he to me, and then sunk.
Women, skinnin and cuttin them up in chunks,
In clumps - the woman with skin once.

Once again they me Buffalo Bill,
Buffalo Bill, 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, clear of Buffalo Bill,
Buffalo Bill, Bill.

2]
Always, you can see him lurkin in the
of caucasian 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, got nothin but time- I'll wait.
Until it dries, for the moment I you're all safe.
After I sand it and buff it, I that I'll paint
My chainsaw's outta gas, my saw ain't.
Now here I come again, damn rumblin,
You can even hear the evil 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, when it ever end?
Evelyn, why you tryin to You will never win.
Severin legs, arms, damn there another limb.
the lever then, trap door, death is evident.

Once again 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 to go up in those hills,
Up in those hills, in those hills.
You beware, stay clear of Buffalo Bill,
Buffalo Bill, Bill.

3]
Now, what ya know about Bill?
Nothin, so chill. Fuckin hoe, ya better fuckin still.
Make none of that 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 that thing away to come back 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, like "Wouldn't ya like to go an get butcher knife,
And push it right through her, while ya put your shish-kebab
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."
be sure to Gin-sue ya til there's no more skin to ya.
Boo-ya, who ya think your fuckin Duck, because here he comes again.

Once they call 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 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.