Buffalo Bill (Album Version|Edited)

Better watch out sucka now I got ya where I want ya

Onslaught coming and I'm packing in my lunch up

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 boogieing down to Frank Sinatra

Lindsay to the Lohan naked while you let me watch ya

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

Such cynicism when this isn't 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 and then cutting 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 lurking in the hallways

Carcasses 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**k 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 d**n stomach rumbling

You can even hear the evil spirits coming from within

Someone's in the back of my d**n house rummaging

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

Been on the hunt again when will it ever end

Evelyn why you tryna fight You will never win

Severing legs arms d**n there goes another limb

Pull the lever then trapdoor 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 Nothing so chill

F**king w***e you better f**king hold still

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

Cut 'em gut 'em and just keep to stuffing those girls

Man I think she had enough of those pills

Sedate her then I'll wait I'll come back later just to clutch on those steel

Blades baby when I cut ya don't squeal

I hate the loud noises I f**king 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 or 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**king 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