Buffalo Bill
[20 seconds of background noise]"It fits, perfect"
[Eminem]Better watch out, sucka now I gotcha where I want yaOnslaught, comin and I'm packin in my lunch upBunch of, missile launchers and a bunch of contra--band, van full of ganja, now come on jumpMan stop, mashin Marshall on my gotchaDoin the cha-cha and the cucaracha with a quadra--plegic, boogeyin down to Frank SinatraLindsay to the Lohan naked while you let me watch yaWho'da knew the buddah do to me what it's doneSuch cynicism when this isn't in my systemBlunt hypnotism, lift the spliff up to my lips sonSo much on my hands I got to give my kids a fist bumpChristo-pher Reeves swimmin in my swim trunks"Mister, help me" 's what he said to me and then sunkWomen skinning and then cutting them up in chunksIn comes the woman with cocoa butter skin once
[Chorus: Eminem]Once again they call me Buffalo BillBuffalo Bill, Buffa-Buffalo BillSkin 'em up, hem 'em, sew 'em up in those kiltsUp in those kilts, uppa-up in those kiltsMan you don't want to go up in those hillsUp in those hills, uppa-up in those hillsYou better beware, stay clear of Buffalo BillBuffalo Bill, Buffa-Buffalo Bill
[Eminem]Always, you can see him lurkin in the hallwaysCarcasses of Caucasian females in his crawl spaceHow the hell did he fit 'em all into such a small placeHide 'em in the wall, well how long will the drywall take?Well fuck it then, I got nothing but time, I'll waitUntil it dries for the moment I guess you're all safeAfter I sand it and buff it I guess that I'll paintMy chainsaw's out of gas, my regular saw ain'tNow here I come again, damn stomach rumblinYou can even hear the evil spirits comin from withinSomeone's in, the back of my damn house rummaginIt's a girl, she looks pretty thin, but I want to skinBeen, on the hunt again; when, will it ever end?Evelyn, why you tryin to fight? You will never winSeverin, legs, arms, damn there goes another limbPull the lever then, trapdoor, death is evident
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[Eminem]Now what you know about Buffalo Bill? Nothin so chillFuckin whore you better fuckin hold stillMake sure none of that, lotion in the bucket don't spillCut 'em, gut 'em and just keep to stuffin those girlsMan I think she had enough of those pillsSedate her then I'll wait, I'll come back later just to clutch on those steelBlades, baby when I cut ya don't squealI hate the loud noises, I fuckin told you!I keep hearin voices like wouldn't ya like to go and get your butcher knifeAnd push it right through her while you put ya shish-kabob skewersInto her, barbecue her or would you do to herWhat you usually do to a girl who's skin's newer?[as Yoda] "In a world of sin you are, this is turnin into aTorment tournament of sorts, Christmas ornament you are!"I'll be sure to Ginsu ya 'til there's no more skin to yaBoo-yah, who ya think you're fuckin with; duck because here he comes again
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