Lyric Suicide Kings

Don t like your tone you sound confused
Because your ma said I was born too loose
I smoke my menthols and sport my rings
She don t like me running with my posse the Suicide Kings
Freaky toy girl don t you crack you whip on me

I ll take you from your home
And give you what you want in a man
I got skin smooth as chrome
I ll get you stickier than strawberry jam
So don t you cross me or get sly
I m an American insensitive guy
And I don t give a rat s ass
About polite society or questions of class

Leave a sexy corpse live fast and die young
This is what I want to do
I m destiny s child ride tree or die
With suicide superstar cool

The wind is cold the times are hard
You ve got to live before you re chucked in the sod
It s all a hustle out on the street
Black leather gimme tougher skin
So that I can compete
Ain t nobody gonna crack that whip