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 makin' me mad, bite my lip, it starts to bleed
Yeah, it tastes so good, but it 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 a full-time bedroom diva
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 (killah)
I'm a killah
And, boy, you're gonna die tonight, oh
Killah, killah, killah, killah (killah)
Killah
I'm 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 a full-time bedroom diva
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 (killah)
I'm a killah
And, boy, you're gonna die tonight, oh
Killah, killah, killah, killah (killah)
Killah
Killah
Woo
I'm a killah
And, boy, you're gonna die tonight
Killah