Bill
Eminem Lyrics


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(Ah, you sick asshole, let me go)
(Somebody, please, help)
(Oh my God, please help me, oh)
(It fits perfect)

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
Band, van full of ganja, now come on, jump
Man, stop moshin' Marshall, oh my God, ya
Doin' the cha-cha and the Cucaracha with a quadra
Plegic, boogyin' 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, skinnin' them and cuttin' 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, 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

Always, you can see him lurkin' in the hallways
Carcasses of Caucasian females in his crawlspace
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 nothin' 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 her skin
Vinn, 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, trap door, death is evident

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

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 them, gut them 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 to clutch in those steel
Blades, baby, when I cut you don't squeal
I hate the loud noises, I fuckin' told you
I keep hearin' voices, like
"Wouldn't you like to go an get your butcher knife
And push it right through her
While you put your shish kebab skewers into her
Barbeque her, would you do to her
What you usually do to a girl who's skin's newer?"
In a world of sin you, this is turnin' into a
Torment tournament of sorts, Christmas ornaments 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

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

Overall Meaning

The lyrics in Eminem's "Buffalo Bill" are dark and ominous, following the thoughts and actions of a serial killer. The opening lines suggest that the killer has captured someone and has them exactly where he wants them, with "missile launchers" and a "ban-van full of ganja". The lyrics then take a menacing turn as the grotesque details of the killer's crimes are portrayed. He describes how he skins and cuts up women's bodies, and how he keeps "Caucasian females in his crawlspace". The song ends with an eerie invitation to "come and get your butcher knife and push it right through her," revealing the killer's gruesome desires.


While the lyrics are disturbing, they also showcase Eminem's storytelling abilities and his willingness to explore taboo and controversial topics. The song can be interpreted as a commentary on society's fascination with true crime and serial killers, or as Eminem's critique of violent and misogynistic tendencies in hip-hop culture.


Line by Line Meaning

It fits perfect
The singer is pleased with the situation or plan


Better watch out sucka now I got ya where I want ya
The singer has their target in a vulnerable position and is about to take advantage of it


Onslaught comin' and I'm packin' in my lunch a
The singer is about to launch an attack and is prepared for it


Buncha missle launchers 'n a buncha contra
The artist has a lot of weapons and is ready to use them


Ban-van full of ganja, now come on ja-
The artist has a van full of marijuana and is inviting the listener to join in


Man stop! Man said, "Marshall, Oh-my-God, ya
Someone interrupts the singer, expressing shock at their behavior


Doin the cha-cha and the cucaracha with a quad-ra-
The singer is dancing with someone who has a physical disability


Polegic, boogyin' down to Frank Sinatra"
The person the artist is dancing with has paralysis and enjoys dancing to Frank Sinatra music


Lindsey to the Lohan, naked while you let me watch ya?
The artist asks if the listener would be willing to watch two female celebrities have sex


Who'd a knew the pew'd a do to me what it's done?
The artist is surprised by how their actions have affected them


Such sin-a-sism when it isn't in my system
The singer is making a wordplay on 'cynicism' to say that they are not usually this negative


Blunt-igmatism betta spliff up to my lips son
The artist is using a wordplay on 'astigmatism' to say that they need to smoke some marijuana


So much on my hands, I gotta give my kids a fist-bump
The singer is busy and overwhelmed, but wants to give their children a quick greeting


Christo-pher Reeves swimmin' in my swim trunks
The singer is wearing swim trunks that belonged to Christopher Reeves, a famous actor known for his role as Superman who was paralyzed in real life


"Mista, help me"'s what he said to me, and then sunk
Christopher Reeves asks the singer for help before drowning


Women, skinnin' them and cuttin' them up in chunks
The artist is talking about murdering and mutilating women


In clumps, the woman with cocoa-butter skin once
The artist has killed and dissected women, including one with dark skin


Once again they call me Buffalo Bill
The singer refers to themselves as Buffalo Bill, a fictional character who murders and dissects women


Skin 'em up, hem 'em, sew 'em up in those kilts
The singer is describing how they prepare the bodies of their victims, by flaying them and sewing the skin onto a garment


Man, you don't want to go up in those hills
The artist warns the listener not to go where they are hiding or hunting their victims


Always, you can see him lurkin' in the hallways
The artist is describing how Buffalo Bill is always present, watching and waiting for his next victim


Carcasses of Caucasian females in his crawlspace
Buffalo Bill's collection of mutilated bodies is kept in the crawl space of his house


How the hell did he fit, em all into such a small place?
The singer wonders how Buffalo Bill was able to fit so many bodies into a small space


Hide em in the wall, well how long will the drywall take?
The artist suggests hiding a body in the wall, but is concerned about how long it will take for the drywall to dry


Well fuck it then, I've got nothin' but time- I'll wait
The singer is willing to wait as long as it takes to complete their plan


After I sand it and buff it, I guess that I'll paint
The singer is describing how they will cover up their crime and make it look like nothing happened


My chainsaw's outta gas, my regular saw ain't
The singer is prepared to use a chainsaw or a regular saw to dismember their next victim


Now here I come again, damn stomach rumblin'
The artist is hungry and ready to kill again, despite any physical discomfort


You can even hear the evil spirits comin' from within
The artist is suggesting that they are possessed by evil spirits that make them want to commit violent acts


Someone's in the back of my damn house rummagin'
The singer has heard someone in their house, which may be a potential victim or a threat to their plans


It's a girl, she looks pretty thin, but I want her skin
The singer has found a potential victim and is attracted to their appearance


Been on the hunt again, when will it ever end?
The artist is addicted to killing and cannot stop themselves from hunting for more victims


Evelyn, why you tryin' to fight? You will never win
The artist is addressing a victim and taunting them, suggesting that they cannot escape or fight back


Severin' legs, arms, damn there goes another limb
The artist is describing how they are dismembering their victim


Pull the lever then, trap door, death is evident
The singer has a trap set up to dispose of their victim once they are dead


Now, what ya know about Buffalo Bill?
The artist is challenging the listener's knowledge of the character, while also boasting about their own identity as a killer


Nothin', so chill
The listener is not familiar with Buffalo Bill, so the singer tells them to relax


Fuckin' hoe, ya better fuckin' hold still
The singer is addressing a victim and telling them to stop struggling or they will be hurt more


Make sure none of that lotion in the bucket don't spill
The singer is being careful not to waste any resources while carrying out their plan


Cut em, gut 'em 'n just get to stuffin' those girls
The artist is describing their process of dismembering and preparing their victims


Man,I think she had enough of those pills
The artist suggests that one of their victims may have overdosed on pills before they could be killed


So take that thing away to come back later, just to clutch in those steel
The singer plans to leave a weapon behind and come back for it later, in case they need it to defend themselves or kill again


Blades, baby when I cut ya don't squeal
The singer is addressing a victim and telling them to be quiet while they are being dismembered


I keep hearin' voices, like "Wouldn't ya like to go an get your butcher knife
The artist suggests that they are hearing voices that encourage them to commit violent acts


And push it right through her, while ya put your shish-kebab skewers
The voice is suggesting specific violent acts, like stabbing the victim with a knife and a skewer


Into her barbaquer? Would ya do to her
The voice is continuing to encourage the artist to commit acts of violence, specifically involving cooking and eating their victims


What ya usually do to a girl who's skin's newer?"
The voice is suggesting that the singer has a pattern of killing young women


"In a world of sin-doer, this is turnin' into a
The artist is describing the world as full of people who are capable of committing evil, and is suggesting that they are not alone in their behavior


Torment tournament of sorts, Christmas ornaments you are"
The singer is making a wordplay on 'tournament' and 'ornaments', suggesting that they enjoy causing pain and that their victims are like decorations for them


I'll be sure to Gin-sue ya til there's no more skin to ya
The singer is threatening the listener with violence, suggesting that they will keep attacking them until they are dead and flayed


Boo-ya, who ya think your fuckin' with?
The singer is taunting the listener, suggesting that they are not afraid of them and are confident in their ability to cause harm


Duck, because here he comes again
The artist is suggesting that Buffalo Bill is about to return and continue his killing spree




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Mark Batson, Mike Elizondo, Trevor Lawrence Jr., Marshall Mathers, Dawaun Parker, Writers Unknown, Andre Young

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Honour


on The Real Slim Shady

May I have your attention, please?
May I have your attention, please?
Will the real Slim Shady please stand up?
I repeat, will the real Slim Shady please stand up?
We're gonna have a problem here

Y'all act like you never seen a white person before
Jaws all on the floor like Pam like Tommy just burst in the door
And started whoopin' her ass worse than before
They first were divorced, throwing' her over furniture (ah)
It's the return of the "ah, wait, no way, you're kidding
He didn't just say what I think he did, did he?"
And Dr. Dre said, nothing, you idiots
Dr. Dre's dead, he's locked in my basement (ha ha)
Feminist women love Eminem
"Chicka, chicka, chicka, Slim Shady, I'm sick of him
Look at him, walkin' around, grabbing' his you-know-what
Flippin' the you-know-who"
"Yeah, but he's so cute though"
Yeah, I probably got a couple of screws up in my head loose
But no worse than what s going' on in your parents' bedrooms
Sometimes I wanna get on TV and just let loose
But can't, but it's cool for Tom Green to hump a dead moose
"My bum is on your lips, my bum is on your lips"
And if I'm lucky, you might just give it a little kiss
And that's the message that we deliver to little kids
And expect them not to know what a woman's clitoris is
Of course they're gonna know what intercourse is
By the time they hit fourth grade
They've got the Discovery Channel, don't they?
We ain't nothin' but mammals, well, some of us, cannibals
Who cut other people open like cantaloupes
But if we can hump dead animals and antelopes
Then there's no reason that a man and another man can't elope
But if you feel like I feel, I got the antidote
Women, wave your pantyhose, sing the chorus, and it goes

I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?
'Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?

Will Smith don't gotta cuss in his raps to sell records
Well, I do, so fuck him and fuck you too
You think I give a damn about a Grammy?
Half of you critics can't even stomach me, let alone stand me
"But Slim, what if you win, wouldn't it be weird?"
Why, so you guys could just lie to get me here?
So you can sit me here next to Britney Spears?
Shit, Christina Aguilera better switch me chairs
So I can sit next to Carson Daly and Fred Durst
And hear 'em argue over who she gave head to first
Little bitch put me on blast on MTV
"Yeah, he's cute, but I think he's married to Kim, hee-hee"
I should download her audio on MP3
And show the whole world how you gave Eminem VD (ah)
I'm sick of you little girl and boy groups
All you do is annoy me, so I have been sent here to destroy you
And there's a million of us just like me
Who cuss like me, who just don't give a fuck like me
Who dress like me, walk, talk and act like me
And just might be the next best thing, but not quite me

'Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?
'Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?

I'm like a headtrip to listen to, 'cause I'm only giving' you
Things you joke about with your friends inside your living' room
The only difference is I got the balls to say it in front of y'all
And I don't gotta be false or sugarcoat it at all
I just get on the mic and spit it
And whether you like to admit it, I just shit it
Better than ninety percent of you rappers out can
Then you wonder, "how can
Kids eat up these albums like Valiums?"
It's funny, 'cause at the rate I'm going, when I'm thirty
I'll be the only person in the nursing home flirting
Pinching nurses asses when I'm jacking off with Jergens
And I'm jerking, but this whole bag of Viagra isn't working
And every single person is a Slim Shady lurking
He could be working at Burger King, spitting' on your onion rings
Or in the parking lot, circling, screaming, "I don't give a fuck"
With his windows down and his system up
So will the real Shady please stand up
And put one of those fingers on each hand up?
And be proud to be outta your mind and outta control
And one more time, loud as you can, how does it go?

I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?
'Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?
'Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?
'Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?

Ha ha, I guess there's a Slim Shady in all of us
Fuck it, let's all stand up

Noah


on Remember Me?

Remember me? S executions
Remember me? I have no remorse
Remember me? I'm high-powered
Remember me? I drop bombs like Hiroshima

For this one, they scream "X, you retarded?!"
'Cause I grab the mic and get down like syndrome
Hide and roam into the masses
Without boundaries, which qualifies me
For the term "universal" without no rehearsal
I leak words that's controversial
Like I'm not the one you wanna contest, see
'Cause I'll hit your ass like the train did that bitch
That got banned from TV, heavyweight getup
Hit you, watch your whole head split up
Loco is the motion, we comin' through
Hollow-tips is the lead the .45 threw

Remember me? Throw your guns in the air
Remember me? Slam, slam
Remember me? Nigga, back the fuck up
Remember me? Chka-chka-Onyx

Niggas that take no for an answer get told no
Yeah, I been told no, but it was more like "No! No! No!"
Life a bitch, met her, fuck you if you let her
Better come better than better to be a competitor
This vet is ahead of the shit, it's all redder, you deader and deader
A medic instead of the cheddars and credda
Settle vendetta with metal Beretta from ghetto to ghetto
Evidence, nope, never leave a shred of
I got the soul of every rapper in me, love me or hate me
My moms got raped by the industry and made me
I'm the illest nigga ever, I told you
I get more pussy than them dyke bitches Total
Want beef, nigga? Pfft, you better dead that shit
My name should be Can't-Believe-That-Nigga-Said-That-Shit
Probably sayin' he ain't a killer, but I'm killin' myself
Smoke death, fuck bitches raw on the kitchen floor
So think what I'ma do to you, have done to you
Got niggas in my hood who'd do that shit for a blunt or two
What you wanna do? Cocksuckers, we Glock busters
'Til the cops cuff us, gon' start ruckus and drop blockbusters
Round the clock hustlers, you cannot touch us
I'm gettin' wires, niggas wantin' me dead
Wantin' my head, you think it could be somethin' I said?

Remember me? I just don't give a fuck
Remember me? Yeah, fuck you too
Remember me? I'm low down and I'm shifty
Remember me? I'm Shady

When I go out, I'ma go out shootin'
I don't mean when I die, I mean when I go out to the club, stupid
I'm tryin' to clean up my fuckin' image
So I promised the fuckin' critics
I wouldn't say "fuckin'" for six minutes
(Six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)
My baby's mom, bitch made me an angry blonde
So I made me a song, killed her and put Hailie on
I may be wrong, I keep thinkin' these crazy thoughts
In my cranium, but I'm stuck with a crazy mom
(Is she really on as much dope as you say she's on?)
Came home and somebody must've broke in the back window
And stole two loaded machine guns and both of my trench coats
Six sick dreams of picnic scenes
Two kids, sixteen, with M-16s and ten clips each
And them shits reach through six kids each
And Slim gets blamed in Bill Clint's speech to fix these streets?!
Fuck that! Pfft, you faggots can vanish to volcanic ash
And reappear in hell with a can of gas and a match
Aftermath, Dre, grab the gat, show 'em where it's at
(What the fuck you starin' at, nigga?)

Don't you remember me?
Remember me?
Remember me?
Remember me? (Slim Shady!)

28Rivals


on Lose Yourself

@elchihuahua420 Damn bro, stay strong "You only get one shot don't miss your chance to blow." Don't let them bring you down in life and keep pushing

Noah


on Till ICollapse

Not Afraid

hope


on The Real Slim Shady

hi

eminem


on Crazy In Love

great song

serenity noble


on Lose Yourself

awesome

serenity noble


on The Real Slim Shady

awesome

serenity noble


on Lose Yourself

i love it
#eminemfan

Mind Space Apocalypse


on ShadyXV

Greatest of all time

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