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-/ ban van full of ganja- now come on jump/ man stop moshin' Marshall oh my God you're/ doin' the Cha-Cha and Cucaracha with a quadra/ plegic, boogeyin' down to Frank Sinatra/ Lindsay to the Lohan lick it while you let me watch ya/ who da knew da Buddha 'd do to me what it's done/ such cynicism when there's ism in my system/ Blunt 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 is what he said to me and then sunk/ Woman skinnin' 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 up sew 'em up in those kilts/ up in those kilts, up-up-up in those kilts/ man you don't want to go up in those hills/ up in those hills, up-up-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 in the hell did he fit 'em all into such a small place ?/ Hide them 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'e all safe/ After I sand it and buff 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 ever hear the evil spirits coming 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/ Vrrrnnn (chainsaw noise) 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 trap door- death is evident
Now, what 'cha know about Buffalo Bill? Nothin' so chill/ Fuckin' hoe, you better fuckin' hold still/ make sure none of that lotion in that 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-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 you like to go and get the butcher knife/ and push it right through her/ while you push your shish-kabob skewers into her/ Barbeque her, would ya do to her, whatcha 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-ya, who ya think you're fuckin' with ?/ Duck because here he comes again
SREAMING !!!