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10 years назад
Better watch out, sucka, now I got ya where I want yaOnslaught, coming and I'm packing in my lunch upBunch of, missile launchers and a bunch of contra--band, van full of ganja, now come on jumpMan stop, moshing Marshall, oh my god yaDoing the cha-cha and the cucaracha with a quadra--plegic, boogieing down to Frank SinatraLindsay to the Lohan naked while you let me watch yaWho'da knew the Buddha 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 swimming in my swim trunks"Mister, help me" is what he said to me and then sunkWomen skinning and then cutting them up in chunksIn comes the woman with cocoa butter skin once[Hook: 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[Verse 2: Eminem]Always, you can see him lurking 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 rumblingYou can even hear the evil spirits coming from withinSomeone's in, the back of my damn house rummagingIt's a girl, she looks pretty thin, but I want to skinBeen, on the hunt again; when, will it ever end?Evelyn, why you tryna fight? You will never winSevering, legs, arms, damn there goes another limbPull the lever then, trapdoor, death is evident[Hook][Verse 3: Eminem]Now what you know about Buffalo Bill? Nothing, so chillFucking whore, you better fucking hold stillMake sure none of that lotion in the bucket don't spillCut 'em, gut 'em and just keep to stuffing 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 fucking told you!I keep hearing 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?"In a world of sin you are, this is turning into aTorment tournament of sorts, Christmas ornament you are!"I'll be sure to Ginsu ya, 'til there's no more skin to ya, boo-yahWho ya think you're fucking with, duck because here he comes again[Hook]