Cherry Poppin' Daddies - 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 Kings Baby, freaky toy girl don't you crack you whip on me Yeah yeah yeah, girl don't you crack the whip on me I'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 a** About polite society or questions of cla** Leave a s**y 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 cool The 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 compete Ain'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