Buffalo Bill

de Eminem

Better watch out sucker now I got ya where I want ya
Onslaught, coming and I'm packing in my lunch up
Bunch a missile launcher and a bunch a contra-ban
Van full of ganja, now come on jump
Man stop marchin marshall on my gotcha
Doin' the cha cha and the kucharcha with a quadri-plegic
Boogieing down to Frank Sinatra
Lyndsay to the Lohan naked while you let me watch ya
Who da knew the Buddah do to me what's its done
Such cynicism when this isn't in my system
Blunt hypnotism, lift the spliff up to my lip son
So much on my hands, I got to give my kids a fist pump
Chris-to-pher Reeves swimming in my swim trunks
Mister help me, what's he said to me and then sunk
Women skinning them and cutting them up in chunks
In comes the woman with cocoa butter skin ones

Once again they call me Buffalo Bill
Buffalo Bill, Buffa-buffalo bill
Skin em up, hym em
Sew em up in those kilts, up in those kilts
Upa upa 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 em lurking in the hallways
Carcasses of Caucasian females in his crawl space
How the hell did he fit em all in such a small space
Hide em in the wall but how long will the dry wall take
Well f-ck it then, I got nothing but time, I'll wait
Until its dries for the moment I guess your all safe
After I sand it and buff it I guess that I'll paint
My chainsaw's outta gas my regular saw aint
Now here I come again, damn stomach rumbling
You can even hear the evil spirits coming from within
Someones in, the back of my damn house rummaging
Its a girl, she looks pretty thin but I want to skin
Been on the hunt again, when will it ever end
Evelyn why you trying to fight you will never win
Severing legs, arms, damn there goes another limb
Pull the lever then trap door, death is evident

Now what you know about Buffalo Bill
Nothing so chill
F-cking hoe, you better f-cking hold still
Make sure none of that lotion in that bucket don't spill
Cut em gut em and just keep stuffing those girls
Man I think she had enough of those pills
Sedate her, then I wait her come back later just to clutch on those steel blades
Braids, baby when I cut ya don't squeal
I hate the loud noises I f-cking told you
I keep hearin voices like wouldntcha like to go and get your butcher knife
And push it right through her
While you put your shishkebab skewer into her
Barbeque her, or would you do to her what you usually do to a girl who's skins newer

In a World of Sin doer this is turning into a torment tournament of sorts
Christmas Ornament you are

I'll be sure to Gensu ya til there's no more skin to ya
Boo ya who ya think you f-cking with
Duck because here he comes again