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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
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