Минусовка: Lady Gaga - Killah (без бэка)

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
I'ma be your 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
Wool's paralyzed

Gonna make the curtains cream, believe it
Gonna make the ceiling shake for me
I'ma be your 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