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
Thats a matter of fact
I ll be your fantasy

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
Thats a matter of fact
I ll be your fantasy

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

Killah

I m a killah
And boy you re gonna die tonight
Killah