Killah

Killah Standin' on the corner smokin' that grass And the boys all pass me by Talkin' some shit, but can't handle 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 club dance, scream, 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 I'm a killah And, boy, you're gonna die tonight Oh, killah, killah, killah, killah Killah I lighten 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 About to wear you out like my favorite suit Who's paralyzed Gonna make the club dance, scream, 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 I'm a killah And, boy, you're gonna die tonight Oh, killah, killah, killah, killah Killah Yeah Killah Woo, woo I'm a killah And, boy, you're gonna die tonight (hey) Killah