Suicide Kings Lyrics

Suicide Kings lyrics

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