调：Bb minor•
Verse 1
Somebody please! Help!
Oh my God, please help me! Oh
It fits perfect
Verse 2
I got you where I want ya
Onslaught comin' and I'm packin'
in my lunch- a
Bunch of missile launchers and a bunch
of contra-
Band, van full of
ganja, now come on, jump
Man,
stop moshin' Marshall; oh my God, ya
Doing the cha- cha and the Cucaracha with a quadra-
Plegic, boogying down to Frank
Sinatra
Verse 3
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 swimmin'
in my swim trunks
"Mista, help me" is what he said to me,
and then sunk
Women, skinnin' them and cuttin'
them up in chunks
In comes the woman
with cocoa butter skin, once
Verse 4
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
Verse 5
Buffalo Bill, Buffa- Buffalo Bill
in the hallways
Carcasses of Caucasian females
in his crawlspace
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, fuck it then, I've got nothin 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 outta
gas, my regular saw ain't
Verse 6
Now here I come again, damn stomach rumblin'
Bbm
You can even hear the evil spirits
comin' from within
Someone's in the back
of my damn house rummagin'
It's a girl, she looks pretty thin,
but I want her skin
Vinn, on the hunt again,
when will it ever end?
Evelyn, why you tryin' to fight?
You will never win
Severin' legs, arms, damn there
goes another limb
Pull the lever then, trap door,
death is evident
Verse 7
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 8
Buffalo Bill?
Nothin;, so chill,
fuckin; hoe, ya better fuckin; hold still
Make sure none of that lotion
in the bucket don't spill
Cut 'em, gut 'em, and 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 clutching those steel
Blades, baby, when I cut ya don't
squeal
I hate the loud noises, I fuckin' told you
Verse 9
I keep hearin' voices like "Wouldn't ya like to go and get your butcher knife
Bbm
And push it right through her, while
ya put your shish- kebab 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- doer, this is turnin'
into)
(A torment tournament of sorts, Christmas
ornaments you are")
I'll be sure to Ginsu ya 'til
there's no more skin to ya
Boo- yah! Who ya think
you're fucking with?
Duck, because here he comes again
Verse 10
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
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