Billa

Better watch out, sucker now I got you where I want ya
Onslaught coming and I'm packing in my luncha
Buncha missile launchers and a bunch of contra-
Band, van full of ganja, now come on jump
Man stop mashing marshall, oh my god ya
Doing the cha cha and La cucaracha with a quadra-
plegic, boogying down to Frank Sinatra
Lindsay to the Lohan, lick it while you let me I watch ya
Who'da knew the budda do to me what it's done
Such cynicism when this isn't in my system
Blood hypnotism, lift a spliff up to my lips son
So much on my hands, I got to give my kids a fist bump
Christopher reeves swimming in my swim trunks
Mister, help me's what he said to me and then sunk
Women skinning him and cutting him up in chunks
In comes the woman with coco butter skin once

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Once again, they call me Buffalo Bill, Buffalo Bill, Buffa-buffalo Bill
Skinning up him, I'm so up in those kilts, up in those kilts, upa-up in those kilts
Man you don't want to go up in those hills, up in those hills, upa-up in those hills
You better beware, stay clear of Buffalo Bill, Buffalo Bill, Buffa-buffalo bill

[Verse 2]
Always, you can see him lurking in the hallways
Carkus is a caucasian, females in his crawl space
How the hell did he fit them all into such a small place
Hide 'em in the wall, well how long will the dry-wall take
Well fuck 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 chainsaws outta 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 her skin
Vin, on the hunt again, when will it ever end
Evelyn, why you tryna fight, you will never win
Severing, legs arms, damn there goes another limb
Pull the lever then, trap door, get the zipper then

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[Verse 3]
Now what you know about Buffalo Bill, nothing so chill
Fucking hoe you better fucking hold still
Make sure none of that lotion in the bucket don't spill
Cut 'em, gut 'em then 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 clutchin' those steel blades
Baby when I cut ya don't squeal
I hate the loud noises, I fucking 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 your shiskebab skewers into a barbequer
Would you do to her, what you usually do to a
Girl who's skins newer?
In a world of sin you are, this is turning into a
torment on a man of sorts, christmas ornament you are
I'll be sure to ginsu ya, till there's no more skin to ya
Boo ya, who ya think ya fucking with
Duck me cause here he comes again