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