Buffalo Bill

Ah! You sick asshole, let me go

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Somebody please! Help!

Oh my God, please help me! Oh

It fits perfect

Better watch out, sucker, now I got you where I want ya

Onslaught comin' and I'm packin' in my lunch-a

Bunch of missile launchers and a bunch of contra-

Band, van full of ganja, now come on, jump

Man, stop moshin' Marshall; oh my God, ya

Doing the cha-cha and the Cucaracha with a quadra-

Plegic, boogying down to Frank Sinatra

Lindsay to the Lohan, lick it while you let me watch ya

Who'da knew the Buddha'd do to me what it's done?

Such cynicism when there's izm in my system

Blunt hypnotism, lift the spliff up to my lips, son

So much on my hands, I got to give my kids a fist bump

Christo-pher Reeves swimmin' in my swim trunks

"Mista, help me" is what he said to me, and then sunk

Women, skinnin' them and cuttin' them up in chunks

In comes the woman with cocoa butter skin, once

Once again they call me Buffalo Bill

Buffalo Bill, Buffa-Buffalo Bill.

Skin 'em up, hem 'em, sew 'em up in those kilts

Up in those kilts, uppa-up in those kilts

Man, you don't want to go up in those hills

Up in those hills, uppa-up in those hills

You better beware, stay clear of Buffalo Bill

Buffalo Bill, Buffa-Buffalo Bill

Always, you can see him lurkin' in the hallways

Carcasses of Caucasian females in his crawlspace

How the hell did he fit 'em all into such a small place?

Hide 'em in the wall, well, how long will the drywall take?

Well, fuck it then, I've got nothin but time, I'll wait

Until it dries, for the moment I guess you're all safe

After I sand it and buff it, I guess that I'll paint

My chainsaw's outta gas, my regular saw ain't

Now here I come again, damn stomach rumblin'

You can even hear the evil spirits comin' from within

Someone's in the back of my damn house rummagin'

It's a girl, she looks pretty thin, but I want her skin

Vinn, on the hunt again, when will it ever end?

Evelyn, why you tryin' to fight? You will never win

Severin' legs, arms, damn there goes another limb

Pull the lever then, trap door, death is evident

Once again they call me Buffalo Bill

Buffalo Bill, Buffa-Buffalo Bill

Skin 'em up, hem 'em, sew 'em up in those kilts

Up in those kilts, uppa-up in those kilts

Man, you don't want to go up in those hills

Up in those hills, uppa-up in those hills

You better beware, stay clear of Buffalo Bill

Buffalo Bill, Buffa-Buffalo Bill

Now, what you know about Buffalo Bill?

Nothin;, so chill, fuckin; hoe, ya better fuckin; hold still

Make sure none of that lotion in the bucket don't spill

Cut 'em, gut 'em, and just get to stuffin' those girls

Man, I think she had enough of those pills

Sedate her, then I wait, I come back later, just-a clutching those steel

Blades, baby, when I cut ya don't squeal

I hate the loud noises, I fuckin' told you

I keep hearin' voices like "Wouldn't ya like to go and get your butcher knife

And push it right through her, while ya put your shish-kebab skewers

Into her, barbecue her, would you do to her

What you usually do to a girl who's skin's newer?"

(In a world of sin-doer, this is turnin' into)

(A torment tournament of sorts, Christmas ornaments you are")

I'll be sure to Ginsu ya 'til there's no more skin to ya

Boo-yah! Who ya think you're fucking with?

Duck, because here he comes again

Once again they call me Buffalo Bill

Buffalo Bill, Buffa-Buffalo Bill

Skin 'em up, hem 'em, sew 'em up in those kilts

Up in those kilts, uppa-up in those kilts

Man, you don't want to go up in those hills

Up in those hills, uppa-up in those hills

You better beware, stay clear of Buffalo Bill

Buffalo Bill, Buffa-Buffalo Bill