Luyện nghe bài hát Buffalo Bill

It Perfect

1]
Better watch out sucka now I got ya I want ya
comin and I'm packin in my lunch a
Buncha missle launchers 'n a 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."
Lindsey to the Lohan, naked will you let me ya?
Who'd a knew the pew'd a do to me it's done?
Such when it isn't in my system.
betta spliff up to my lips son,
So much on my hands, I give my kids a fist-bump.
Christo-pher Reeves swimmin in my 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 again they call me 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 those hills, in those hills.
You beware, stay clear of Buffalo Bill,
Buffalo Bill, 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 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 moment I guess all safe.
After I it and buff it, I guess that I'll paint
My chainsaw's gas, my regular saw ain't.
Now I come again, damn stomach rumblin,
You can even hear the evil comin from within.
Someone's in the back of my damn 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 fight? You will win.
legs, arms, damn there goes another limb.
Pull the lever then, door, death 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, 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,
Bill, Buffa-Buffalo Bill.

3]
Now, what ya know about Buffalo
Nothin, so chill. Fuckin hoe, ya better fuckin still.
Make sure none of that lotion in the bucket spill.
Cut em, gut em 'n just get to those girls.
Man,I she had enough of those pills,
So take that thing away to come back later, just to clutch in those
Blades, Baby I cut ya don't squeal,
I hate the noises, I fuckin told you!
I keep voices, like "Wouldn't ya like to go an get your butcher knife,
And push it right through her, while ya put your shish-kebab
her barbaquer? Would ya do to her
What ya usually do to a girl skin's newer?"
"In a world of sin-doer, this is turnin a
Torment tournament of sorts, Christmas you are."
I'll be sure to Gin-sue ya til there's no more to ya.
Boo-ya, who ya your fuckin with? Duck, because here he comes again.

Once again they call me 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, uppa-up in hills.
You better beware, stay clear of Bill,
Buffalo Bill, Bill.