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
Hook
Once again, they call me Buffalo Bill, Buffalo Bill, Buffa-buffalo Bill Skin him up, hem him, sow him 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
Always, you can see him lurking in the hallways Carcasses of 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, death is evident
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 tournament 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