Lady Gaga, Gesaffelstein Killah

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 I gotta be bad If I'm gonna get you home Gonna make the curtains cream, 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 Im 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 I'ma 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 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 Ah Killah Woo (Killah) I'm a killah And, boy, you're gonna die tonight (Hey) Killah