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 Send " Suicide Kings" Ringtone to your Cell