Standin' on the spotlight, smoking that flex

Standin' on the spotlight, smoking that flex And the crowd just lets me through You whisper lies with your hand on my back I'm a nightmare dressed in truth Yeah, you try to look sharp, but you're boring my blade Bite my chain, it starts to crack Tastes like cherry, but it's poison you made If I drag you to my room Gonna make the leather scream, believe it Gonna make the mirror fall for me I'ma be your dark couture addiction Make you beg for more — that's a runway fact I'll be your pretty doom I'm a killah And, boy, you're dying on this floor Oh, killah, killah, killah, killah I light my last match slow Burn a name into your chest Look at you like a velvet psycho Hungry for a velvet death If I get you inside — under your pride and spine I'ma cut you down to size Wear you out like stolen latex Silk says goodbye I'm a killah And, boy, you're dying on this floor (hey) Killah