Mark Batson - Buffalo Bill lyrics

[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]