Eminem - Buffalo Bill

[Intro]
You sick [bad word] let me go!
Somebody please! Help
Oh my God, please help me!
"It fits, perfect"

[Verse 1: Eminem]
Better watch out
Sucka
Now I got ya where I want ya
Onslaught [bad word]  and I'm packing in my lunch a
Bunch of
Missile launchers, and a bunch of contra-
-band
Van full of ganja
 [bad word] on, jump
Man, stop moshing 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
Swimming in my swim [bad word] 
"Mister
Help me" is what he said to me
And then sunk
Women, skinning them
And cutting them up in chunks
 [bad word] 
The woman with cocoa butter skin, once

[Hook: Eminem]
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

[Verse 2: Eminem]
Always
You can see him lurking in the hallways
Carcasses
Of Caucasian
Females in his crawl space
How the [bad word] did he fit 'em all
Into such a small place
Hide 'em in the wall
Well, how long will the drywall take?
Well, [bad word] 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 [bad word] again
 [bad word] [bad word] 
You can even hear the evil spirits [bad word] from within
Someone's in
The back of my [bad word] [bad word] 
It's a girl, she looks pretty thin
But I want to skin
Vinn
On the hunt again
When
Will it ever end?
Evelyn
Why you trying to fight?
You will never win
Severin'
Legs, arms; [bad word] there goes another limb
Pull the lever then
Trap door, death is evident

[Hook]
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

[Verse 3: Eminem]
Now what you know about Buffalo Bill?
Nothing, so chill
 [bad word] ho, you better [bad word] hold still
Make sure none of that lotion in the bucket don't spill
Cut 'em, gut 'em, and just get to stuffing those girls
Man, I think she had enough of those pills
Sedate her
Then I wait
 [bad word] back later
Just a clutchin' those steel
Blades, baby, when I cut ya don't squeal
I hate the loud noises, I [bad word] 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 ya shish-kabob 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 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 [bad word] with
Duck because here [bad word] again

[Hook]
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