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
Buncha missle launchers 'n a contra
Ban-van full of ganja, now on ja-
Man stop! Man said, "Marshall, Oh-my-God, ya
the cha-cha and the cucaracha with a quad-ra-
Polegic, boogyin down to Sinatra."
to the Lohan, naked will you let me watch ya?
Who'd a knew the pew'd a do to me what it's
sin-a-sism when it isn't in my system.
Blunt-igmatism spliff up to my lips son,
So much on my hands, I give my kids a fist-bump.
Christo-pher Reeves in my swim trunks,
"Mista, help me"'s he said to me, and then sunk.
Women, skinnin them and cuttin up in chunks,
In clumps - the woman with cocoa-butter once.

Once again they call me 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 want to go up in hills,
Up in hills, uppa-up in those hills.
You better beware, stay clear of Bill,
Bill, Buffa-Buffalo Bill.

2]
Always, you can see him lurkin in the
Carcasses of females in his crawlspace.
How the hell did he fit em all into such a place?
Hide em in the wall- well how long the drywall take?
Well fuck it then, I've got but time- I'll wait.
it dries, for the moment I guess you're all safe.
After I sand it and buff it, I that I'll paint
My chainsaw's gas, my regular saw ain't.
Now here I come again, stomach rumblin,
You can even the evil spirits comin from within.
Someone's in the back of my damn rummagin,
It's a girl, she looks pretty thin, but I her skin.
on the hunt again, when will it ever end?
Evelyn, why you tryin to fight? You never win.
Severin legs, arms, damn there another limb.
Pull the lever then, trap door, 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, in those kilts.
Man, you don't want to go up in hills,
Up in hills, uppa-up in those hills.
You better beware, stay of Buffalo Bill,
Buffalo Bill, Bill.

3]
Now, what ya know about Bill?
Nothin, so chill. Fuckin hoe, ya better fuckin still.
sure 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 of those pills,
So that thing away to come back later, just to clutch in those steel
Blades, Baby 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 your knife,
And push it right through her, ya put your shish-kebab skewers
into her barbaquer? ya do to her
What ya usually do to a who's skin's newer?"
"In a of sin-doer, this is turnin into a
Torment tournament of sorts, ornaments you are."
I'll be to Gin-sue ya til there's no more skin to ya.
Boo-ya, who ya think your fuckin with? Duck, 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 those kilts, in those kilts.
Man, you want to go up in those hills,
Up in those hills, uppa-up in hills.
You better beware, clear of Buffalo Bill,
Bill, Buffa-Buffalo Bill.