Luyện nghe bài hát Buffalo Bill

It Perfect

1]
Better out sucka now I got ya where I want ya
Onslaught comin and I'm 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 a quad-ra-
Polegic, boogyin down to Sinatra."
Lindsey to the Lohan, naked you let me watch ya?
Who'd a knew the pew'd a do to me what it's
Such sin-a-sism it isn't in my system.
betta spliff up to my lips son,
So much on my hands, I gotta my kids a fist-bump.
Christo-pher swimmin in my swim trunks,
"Mista, me"'s what he said to me, and then sunk.
Women, skinnin them and cuttin up in chunks,
In clumps - the woman cocoa-butter skin once.

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

2]
Always, you can see him lurkin in the
Carcasses of females in his crawlspace.
How the did he fit em all into such a small place?
Hide em in the wall- well how will the drywall take?
Well fuck it then, I've got nothin but time- 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 here I come again, stomach rumblin,
You can even hear the evil comin from 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, will 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 they call 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 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 about Buffalo 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 just get to stuffin 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 I cut ya don't squeal,
I hate the loud noises, I fuckin you!
I keep hearin voices, like "Wouldn't ya like to go an get your knife,
And push it right her, while ya put your shish-kebab skewers
into her barbaquer? ya do to her
ya usually do to a girl who's skin's newer?"
"In a world of sin-doer, this is into a
Torment tournament of sorts, Christmas you are."
I'll be sure to ya til there's no more skin to ya.
Boo-ya, who ya think your with? Duck, because here he comes again.

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