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 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 Imma 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 Killah, killah, killah, killah I'm a killah And boy you're gonna die tonight Killah, killah, killah, killah 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 Imma 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 Imma 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 Killah, killah, killah, killah I'm a killah And boy you're gonna die tonight Killah, killah, killah, killah Killah Yeah Killah I'm a killah And boy you're gonna die tonight Killah