Luyện nghe bài hát Buffalo Bill

It Fits

1]
Better watch out sucka now I got ya where I ya
Onslaught and I'm packin in my lunch a
missle launchers 'n a buncha contra
Ban-van 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 knew the a do to me what it's done?
Such when it isn't in my system.
Blunt-igmatism spliff up to my lips son,
So much on my hands, I gotta give my a fist-bump.
Christo-pher Reeves 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 cocoa-butter skin once.

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 don't want to go up in hills,
Up in those hills, in those hills.
You better beware, clear of Buffalo Bill,
Buffalo Bill, Bill.

2]
Always, you can see him in the hallways-
Carcasses of females in his crawlspace.
How the hell did he fit em all into such a small
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 moment I you're all safe.
After I sand it and it, I guess that I'll paint
My chainsaw's 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 back of my damn rummagin,
It's a girl, she pretty thin, but I want her skin.
Been on the hunt again, when will it end?
Evelyn, why you to fight? You will never win.
Severin legs, arms, damn there another limb.
Pull the lever then, trap door, is evident.

Once again they me Buffalo Bill,
Buffalo Bill, Bill.
em up, hem em, sew em up in those kilts,
Up in kilts, uppa-up in those kilts.
Man, you want to go up in those hills,
Up in those hills, in those hills.
You better beware, stay clear of Bill,
Buffalo Bill, Bill.

3]
Now, what ya know about Bill?
Nothin, so chill. Fuckin hoe, ya better hold still.
Make sure of that lotion in the bucket don't spill.
Cut em, gut em 'n get to stuffin those girls.
Man,I she had enough of those pills,
So take that thing away to come 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 like to go an get butcher knife,
And push it right through her, while ya put your shish-kebab
into her barbaquer? ya do to her
What ya usually do to a who's skin's newer?"
"In a world of sin-doer, this is into a
Torment tournament of sorts, ornaments you are."
I'll be sure to Gin-sue ya til there's no more to ya.
Boo-ya, who ya think your fuckin with? Duck, because he comes again.

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