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"It fits, perfect"

[Eminem]
Better watch out, sucka now I gotcha where I want ya
Onslaught, comin and I´m packin in my lunch up
Bunch of, missile launchers and a bunch of contra-
-band, van full of ganja, now come on jump
Man stop, mashin Marshall on my gotcha
Doin the cha-cha and the cucaracha with a quadra-
-plegic, boogeyin down to Frank Sinatra
Lindsay to the Lohan naked while you let me watch ya
Who´da knew the buddah do to me what it´s done
Such cynicism when this isn´t 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" ´s what he said to me and then sunk
Women skinning and then cutting them up in chunks
In comes the woman with cocoa butter skin once

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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

[Eminem]
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 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 to skin
Been, 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, trapdoor, death is evident

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[Eminem]
Now what you know about Buffalo Bill? Nothin so chill
Fuckin whore you better fuckin hold still
Make sure none of that, lotion in the bucket don´t spill
Cut ´em, gut ´em and just keep to stuffin those girls
Man I think she had enough of those pills
Sedate her then I´ll wait, I´ll come back later just to clutch on those steel
Blades, baby when I cut ya don´t squeal
I hate the loud noises, I fuckin told you!
I keep hearin 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 or would you do to her
What you usually do to a girl who´s skin´s newer?
[as Yoda] "In a world of sin you are, this is turnin 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 fuckin with; duck because here he comes again

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