he is a complete retard and likes to eat his own cock. he says jesse fox is gay, but kc killah is just hiding his own homosexuality
by Some guy February 23, 2005
the real definition of killah gangrene? hmm...it means a very bad gangrene..i mean thats what i think:P
by suba April 30, 2004
Sean Killah's a person you can't resist, he's a person you will never forget, and he will take showers with you if you ask him too.
His life contains Red Bull, Blink 182, Ben and Jerry's, Food, Sex, CS and Aleigh Ryzer.
He doesn't like to admit she's his everything on whatever you call that thing.
But she is . And if you meet Sean Killah keep in mind that you will secretly love him :'D
His life contains Red Bull, Blink 182, Ben and Jerry's, Food, Sex, CS and Aleigh Ryzer.
He doesn't like to admit she's his everything on whatever you call that thing.
But she is . And if you meet Sean Killah keep in mind that you will secretly love him :'D
by Sean Killah March 5, 2009
A name adopted by a rap artist of the former Wu-Tang Clan. Derivation of 'ghostface' has been controversially attributed by some to be referring to anglo-saxons (see also 'paleface').
Nate: Did you hear that some white people deliberately flood the ghettos with drugs to opress the lower castes?
Jeb: What else do you expect from caucasians? Hey! I just realized where that rapper Ghostface Killah got his name!
Jeb: What else do you expect from caucasians? Hey! I just realized where that rapper Ghostface Killah got his name!
by psoodoughnim May 2, 2010
urban street mafia, derived in the streets of Los Angeles, Alhambra, California, and St. Louis, Missouri, Killah meaning "fuck wit me, i'll kill you" and gorillah meaning "strong in the heart, body, and mind". they crazy mutha fuckas
thug 1: who dem niggaz over there?
thug 2: they some killah gorillahz, hard ass money makin niggaz
thug 3: oh them niggaz from killah gorillah got mixed mutha fuckas blk, brownz, domicians, haitans, costa ricans, puerto rican, no whiteboys.
thug 2: they some killah gorillahz, hard ass money makin niggaz
thug 3: oh them niggaz from killah gorillah got mixed mutha fuckas blk, brownz, domicians, haitans, costa ricans, puerto rican, no whiteboys.
by Sandman November 6, 2004
Killah Hills 10304
Restaurants on a stake-out
So order the food to take out
Chaos, outside a spark steakhouse
Maintain the power, I feel the deal's gone sour
Nigga missed the Wedding, late a fuckin half hour
And his man who bought land from Tony Starks
While he was contractin bricklayin jobs in city parks
he's a loan shark, bitches raise a grand to a finger
In a garment that's stretched, got it sewn like Singer
Cause all that talk blasphemy this kid after me
for the heist, in a Burlington Coat Factory
Fuck it, he turned snake so my nigga Cash stole his copilot
who used to drive like sacks of blow on this remote
area, we label Dead Man's Island
Two hundred miles South from Thailand
Right off the docks, I got the various custom made yachts
Burial plots, for my niggaz hit with fatal shots
There's no need for us to spray up the scene
I use less men, more powerful shit for my team
Like my man Muhammad from Afghanistan
Grew up in Iran, the nigga runs a neighborhood newsstand
A wild Middle Eastern, bomb specialist
Intiated, at eleven to be a terrorist
He set bombs in bottles of champagne
And when niggaz popped the cork, niggaz lost half they brains
Like this ex-worker, tried to smuggle a half a key
in his left leg, even underwent surgery
They say his pirate limp gave him away
As the feds rushed him, comin through U.S. Customs
Now look whose on the witness stand singin, a well known soprano
A smash hit from Sammy Gravano
here's the plan minimum for the hit, two hundred grand
Half time at the game blastin niggaz out the stands
The sharp-shooters hit the prosecutor, judges are sent
Photographs of they wives takin baths
Along with briefcase filled with one point five, that's the bribe
Take it or commit suicide
First rule, anyone who schemes on the gold in Syria
I want they small intestines ripped from the interior
I got a price for those jewels, ship em freight cargo
Don't forget to launder the cream through Wells Fargo
Reconstruct those processin plants for the call of Costa Rica
Four hundred barrels of ether
Two hundred pounds of reefer
and fifty immigrants with fake Visas
Restaurants on a stake-out
So order the food to take out
Chaos, outside a spark steakhouse
Maintain the power, I feel the deal's gone sour
Nigga missed the Wedding, late a fuckin half hour
And his man who bought land from Tony Starks
While he was contractin bricklayin jobs in city parks
he's a loan shark, bitches raise a grand to a finger
In a garment that's stretched, got it sewn like Singer
Cause all that talk blasphemy this kid after me
for the heist, in a Burlington Coat Factory
Fuck it, he turned snake so my nigga Cash stole his copilot
who used to drive like sacks of blow on this remote
area, we label Dead Man's Island
Two hundred miles South from Thailand
Right off the docks, I got the various custom made yachts
Burial plots, for my niggaz hit with fatal shots
There's no need for us to spray up the scene
I use less men, more powerful shit for my team
Like my man Muhammad from Afghanistan
Grew up in Iran, the nigga runs a neighborhood newsstand
A wild Middle Eastern, bomb specialist
Intiated, at eleven to be a terrorist
He set bombs in bottles of champagne
And when niggaz popped the cork, niggaz lost half they brains
Like this ex-worker, tried to smuggle a half a key
in his left leg, even underwent surgery
They say his pirate limp gave him away
As the feds rushed him, comin through U.S. Customs
Now look whose on the witness stand singin, a well known soprano
A smash hit from Sammy Gravano
here's the plan minimum for the hit, two hundred grand
Half time at the game blastin niggaz out the stands
The sharp-shooters hit the prosecutor, judges are sent
Photographs of they wives takin baths
Along with briefcase filled with one point five, that's the bribe
Take it or commit suicide
First rule, anyone who schemes on the gold in Syria
I want they small intestines ripped from the interior
I got a price for those jewels, ship em freight cargo
Don't forget to launder the cream through Wells Fargo
Reconstruct those processin plants for the call of Costa Rica
Four hundred barrels of ether
Two hundred pounds of reefer
and fifty immigrants with fake Visas
by Huhu October 6, 2007
This is a boy with headphones. Sitting alone on new years eve drinking champagne He is alright and not cooler then me :)
by tacoloveroftacos January 1, 2012