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