Killah (feat. Gesaffelstein)

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