[Intro: Victim & Buffalo Bill]

Aaahh ah ah!

You sick asshole, let me go, ahhh!

Somebody please! Help!

Oh my God, please help me! Oh...

"It fits perfect"

[Verse 1: Eminem]

Better watch out, sucker, now I got you where I want ya

Onslaught coming, and I'm packing 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

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 swimmin' in my swim trunks

"Mister – Help me", is what he said to me, and then sunk

Women, skinning them and cutting them up in chunks

In comes the woman with cocoa butter skin, once

[Chorus: 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 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 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

Vinn— 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; trapdoor, death is evident

[Chorus: 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 3: Eminem]

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 '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-clutching those steel

Blades, baby, when I cut ya don't squeal

I hate the lamb noises, I fuckin' told ewe!

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 shish kebab skewers into her

Barbecue her, would you do to her what you 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-yah! Who ya think you're fucking with? Duck, because here he comes again

[Chorus: 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