suicide kings Lyrics

I don't like your tone
You sound confused
Because your ma said I was born to lose
I smoke my menthols and sport my rings
She don't like me running with my posse, the Suicide KingsBaby, freaky toy girl don't you crack you whip on me
Yeah yeah yeah, girl don't you crack the whip on meI'll take you from your home
And give you what you want in a man
I got skin 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 classLeave a sexy corpse live fast and die young
This is what i want to do
I'm destiny's child, ride free or die
With suicide superstar coolThe wind is cold the times so 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 competeAin't nobody gonna crack that whip
Ain't nobody gonna crack that whip
Ain't nobody gonna crack that whip
Ain't nobody gonna crack that whip