Eminem - Buffalo Bill lyrics

Ahh! You sick asshole, let me go
Somebody please! Help!
Oh my God, please help me! Oh
"It fit's perfect"

Better watch out, sucker
Now I got you 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 moshin' 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 swimmin' 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 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
Lurkin' 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, 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 chainsaw's out of gas
My regular saw ain't
Now, here I come again, damn stomach rumbling
You can even hear the evil
Spirit's 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 vinn On the hunt again
When will it ever end?
Evelyn, why you trying to fight?
You will never win severin' legs, arms damn
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?
Nothin', so chill
Fuckin' ho, you 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!
I keep hearing voices, like
"Wouldn't you like to go and
Get your butcher knife
And push it right through her
While you put your shish
Kebab skewers into her
Barbecue her, would you do to her
What you usually do to a
Girl whose 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 fucking 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