Luyện nghe bài hát Buffalo Bill

It Fits

1]
Better watch out sucka now I got ya where I 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 cucaracha with a
Polegic, boogyin to Frank Sinatra."
Lindsey to the Lohan, will you let me watch ya?
Who'd a knew the 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 on my hands, I gotta give my kids a fist-bump.
Reeves 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 cocoa-butter skin once.

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 don't to go up in those hills,
Up in hills, uppa-up 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 a small place?
Hide em in the wall- well how long will the drywall
Well fuck it then, I've got nothin but time- wait.
Until it dries, for the I guess you're all safe.
After I it and buff it, I guess that I'll paint
My outta gas, my regular saw ain't.
Now I come again, damn stomach rumblin,
You can even hear the 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, when will it end?
Evelyn, why you tryin to You will never win.
Severin legs, arms, damn there goes limb.
the lever then, trap door, death is evident.

Once again they me Buffalo Bill,
Buffalo Bill, Bill.
em up, hem em, sew em up in those 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, stay of Buffalo Bill,
Bill, Buffa-Buffalo Bill.

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Now, what ya know about Bill?
Nothin, so chill. hoe, ya better fuckin hold still.
Make sure none of 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 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 voices, like "Wouldn't ya like to go an get your butcher knife,
And push it right her, while ya put your shish-kebab skewers
her barbaquer? 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
Torment of sorts, Christmas ornaments you are."
I'll be sure to ya til there's no more skin to ya.
Boo-ya, who ya think your fuckin with? Duck, here he comes again.

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