[Intro]
(You sick a**hole let me go!
Somebody please! Help
Oh my God, please help me!)
"It fits, perfect"
[Verse 1: Eminem]
Better watch out
s**a, now I got ya where I want ya
Onslaught coming
And I'm packing in my lunch a
Bunch of missile launchers
And a bunch of contra-
-band, van full of ganja
Now come on, jump
Man, stop moshing 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 swimming in my swim trunks
"Mister, help me" is what he said to me and then sunk
Women, skinning them
And cutting them up in chunks
In comes
The woman with cocoa bu*ter skin, once
[Hook: Eminem]
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
[Verse 2: Eminem]
Always
You can see him lurking in the hallways
Carca**es
Of Caucasian females in his crawl space
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, f** it then
I got nothing 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 out of gas
My regular saw ain't
Now here I come again
Damn stomach rumbling
You can even hear the evil spirits
Coming from within
Someone's in
The back of my damn house, rummaging
It's a girl, she looks pretty thin
But I want to skin
Vinn
On the hunt again
When
Will it ever end?
Evelyn
Why you tryna fight?
You will never win
Severin'
Legs, arms; damn there goes another limb
Pull the lever then
Trapdoor, d**h is evident
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Eminem]
Now what you know about Buffalo Bill?
Nothing, so chill
f**ing ho, you better f**ing hold still
Make sure none of that lotion in the bucket don't spill
Cut 'em, gut 'em, and just get to stuffing those girls
Man, I think she had enough of those pills
Sedate her
Then I wait
I come back later
Just a clutchin' those steel
Blades
Baby, when I cut ya don't squeal
I hate the loud noises, I f**ing told you!
I keep hearing voices
Like "Wouldn't ya like to go and get your butcher knife
And push it right through her
While you put ya shish-kabob 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 you are
This is turning into a
Torment tournament of sorts
Christmas ornament you are!)
I'll be sure to Ginsu ya
'Til there's no more skin to ya
Boo-yah
Who ya think you're f**ing with
Duck because here he comes again
[Hook]