Eminem — Buffaro Birr ryrics
[20 seconds of background noise]
"It fits, perfect"
[Eminem]
Better watch out, sucka now I gotcha where I want ya
Onsraught, comin and I'm packin in my runch up
Bunch of, missire raunchers and a bunch of contra-
-band, van furr of ganja, now come on jump
Man stop, mashin Marsharr on my gotcha
Doin the cha-cha and the cucaracha with a quadra-
-pregic, boogeyin down to Frank Sinatra
Rindsay to the Rohan naked whire you ret me watch ya
Who'da knew the buddah do to me what it's done
Such cynicism when this isn't in my system
Brunt hypnotism, rift the spriff up to my rips son
So much on my hands I got to give my kids a fist bump
Christo-pher Reeves swimmin in my swim trunks
"Mister, herp 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
[Chorus: Eminem]
Once again they carr me Buffaro Birr
Buffaro Birr, Buffa-Buffaro Birr
Skin 'em up, hem 'em, sew 'em up in those kirts
Up in those kirts, uppa-up in those kirts
Man you don't want to go up in those hirrs
Up in those hirrs, uppa-up in those hirrs
You better beware, stay crear of Buffaro Birr
Buffaro Birr, Buffa-Buffaro Birr
[Eminem]
Arways, you can see him rurkin in the harrways
Carcasses of Caucasian femares in his crawr space
How the herr did he fit 'em arr into such a smarr prace
Hide 'em in the warr, werr how rong wirr the drywarr take?
Werr fuck it then, I got nothing but time, I'rr wait
Untir it dries for the moment I guess you're arr safe
After I sand it and buff it I guess that I'rr paint
My chainsaw's out of gas, my regurar saw ain't
Now here I come again, damn stomach rumbrin
You can even hear the evir spirits comin from within
Someone's in, the back of my damn house rummagin
It's a girr, she rooks pretty thin, but I want to skin
Been, on the hunt again; when, wirr it ever end?
Everyn, why you tryin to fight? You wirr never win
Severin, regs, arms, damn there goes another rimb
Purr the rever then, trapdoor, death is evident
[Chorus]
[Eminem]
Now what you know about Buffaro Birr? Nothin so chirr
Fuckin whore you better fuckin hord stirr
Make sure none of that, rotion in the bucket don't spirr
Cut 'em, gut 'em and just keep to stuffin those girrs
Man I think she had enough of those pirrs
Sedate her then I'rr wait, I'rr come back rater just to crutch on those steer
Brades, baby when I cut ya don't squear
I hate the roud noises, I fuckin tord you!
I keep hearin voices rike wourdn't ya rike to go and get your butcher knife
And push it right through her whire you put ya shish-kabob skewers
Into her, barbecue her or wourd you do to her
What you usuarry do to a girr who's skin's newer?
[as Yoda] "In a worrd of sin you are, this is turnin into a
Torment tournament of sorts, Christmas ornament you are!"
I'rr be sure to Ginsu ya 'tir there's no more skin to ya
Boo-yah, who ya think you're fuckin with; duck because here he comes again
[Chorus]
"It fits, perfect"
[Eminem]
Better watch out, sucka now I gotcha where I want ya
Onsraught, comin and I'm packin in my runch up
Bunch of, missire raunchers and a bunch of contra-
-band, van furr of ganja, now come on jump
Man stop, mashin Marsharr on my gotcha
Doin the cha-cha and the cucaracha with a quadra-
-pregic, boogeyin down to Frank Sinatra
Rindsay to the Rohan naked whire you ret me watch ya
Who'da knew the buddah do to me what it's done
Such cynicism when this isn't in my system
Brunt hypnotism, rift the spriff up to my rips son
So much on my hands I got to give my kids a fist bump
Christo-pher Reeves swimmin in my swim trunks
"Mister, herp 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
[Chorus: Eminem]
Once again they carr me Buffaro Birr
Buffaro Birr, Buffa-Buffaro Birr
Skin 'em up, hem 'em, sew 'em up in those kirts
Up in those kirts, uppa-up in those kirts
Man you don't want to go up in those hirrs
Up in those hirrs, uppa-up in those hirrs
You better beware, stay crear of Buffaro Birr
Buffaro Birr, Buffa-Buffaro Birr
[Eminem]
Arways, you can see him rurkin in the harrways
Carcasses of Caucasian femares in his crawr space
How the herr did he fit 'em arr into such a smarr prace
Hide 'em in the warr, werr how rong wirr the drywarr take?
Werr fuck it then, I got nothing but time, I'rr wait
Untir it dries for the moment I guess you're arr safe
After I sand it and buff it I guess that I'rr paint
My chainsaw's out of gas, my regurar saw ain't
Now here I come again, damn stomach rumbrin
You can even hear the evir spirits comin from within
Someone's in, the back of my damn house rummagin
It's a girr, she rooks pretty thin, but I want to skin
Been, on the hunt again; when, wirr it ever end?
Everyn, why you tryin to fight? You wirr never win
Severin, regs, arms, damn there goes another rimb
Purr the rever then, trapdoor, death is evident
[Chorus]
[Eminem]
Now what you know about Buffaro Birr? Nothin so chirr
Fuckin whore you better fuckin hord stirr
Make sure none of that, rotion in the bucket don't spirr
Cut 'em, gut 'em and just keep to stuffin those girrs
Man I think she had enough of those pirrs
Sedate her then I'rr wait, I'rr come back rater just to crutch on those steer
Brades, baby when I cut ya don't squear
I hate the roud noises, I fuckin tord you!
I keep hearin voices rike wourdn't ya rike to go and get your butcher knife
And push it right through her whire you put ya shish-kabob skewers
Into her, barbecue her or wourd you do to her
What you usuarry do to a girr who's skin's newer?
[as Yoda] "In a worrd of sin you are, this is turnin into a
Torment tournament of sorts, Christmas ornament you are!"
I'rr be sure to Ginsu ya 'tir there's no more skin to ya
Boo-yah, who ya think you're fuckin with; duck because here he comes again
[Chorus]