Killah

Killah

Standin' on the corner smokin' that grass

And the boys all pass me by

Talkin' some shit with your hand on my ass

I'm a murderer in disguise

Yeah, you wanna be cool, but you're makin' me mad

Bite my lip, it starts to bleed

Yeah, it tastes so good, but I gotta be bad

If I'm gonna get you home

Gonna make the curtains cream, believe it

Gonna make the ceiling shake for me

I'ma be your full-time bedroom demon

I'm gonna make you scream, that's a matter of fact, I'll be your fantasy

I'm a killah

And boy, you're gonna die tonight, oh

Killah, killah, killah, killah

I'm a killah

And boy, you're gonna die tonight, oh

Killah, killah, killah, killah

Killah

A-lightin' up my final cigarette

I'll burn a hole right through your eyes

Lookin' at you like a zombie killah

Hungry for a homicide

If I get you alone under your skin and bone

I'ma try you on for size

I'm 'bout to wear you out like my favorite suit

Wools paralyzed

Gonna make the curtains cream, believe it

Gonna make the ceiling shake for me

I'ma be your full-time bedroom demon

I'm gonna make you scream, that's a matter of fact, I'll be your fantasy

I'm a killah

And boy, you're gonna die tonight, oh

Killah, killah, killah, killah

I'm a killah

And boy, you're gonna die tonight, oh

Killah, killah, killah, killah

Killah

Killah

Yeah, I'm a killah

And boy, you're gonna die tonight

Killah