Better watch out, sucker, now 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 Doin' the cha-cha and the Cucaracha with a quadra Plegic, boogyin' 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, skinnin' them and cuttin' 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 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 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 out of gas, my regular saw ain't Now here I come again, damn stomach rumblin' 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 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 them, gut them 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 to clutch in those steel Blades, baby, when I cut you don't squeal I hate the loud noises, I fuckin' told you I keep hearin' voices, like "Wouldn't you like to go an get your butcher knife And push it right through her While you put your shish kebab skewers into her Barbeque her, would you do to her What you usually do to a girl who's skin's newer?" In a world of sin you, 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 fuckin' 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
Waited like 10 years for a clean copy of this, you're a legend.
That Organ beat drop will be the fucking coldest!!
Big Man 😁🔥🔥🔥🔥❤️
Better watch out, sucker, now 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
Doin' the cha-cha and the Cucaracha with a quadra
Plegic, boogyin' 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, skinnin' them and cuttin' 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 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 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 out of gas, my regular saw ain't
Now here I come again, damn stomach rumblin'
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
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 them, gut them 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 to clutch in those steel
Blades, baby, when I cut you don't squeal
I hate the loud noises, I fuckin' told you
I keep hearin' voices, like
"Wouldn't you like to go an get your butcher knife
And push it right through her
While you put your shish kebab skewers into her
Barbeque her, would you do to her
What you usually do to a girl who's skin's newer?"
In a world of sin you, 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 fuckin' 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
Big Bro Is Back 👏👏👏
Do hell breaks loose
Don't Stop bro 👍💪
Does anyone know the intro from where?
Damn what an amazing beat jesus christ
Bro I am deadly waiting for the instrumental of Schea Cotton by King Crooked.....
Make Rock Bottom Plsss
I Will try & Thank You 😁❤️
Those organs go so crazy
Can u do Truth Hurts Push Play Which is Produced By Dr Dre
Kingsyze - truancy (because no one can make it)