Don't like your tone you sound confused
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Because your ma said I was born too loose
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I smoke my menthols and sport my rings
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She don't like me running with my posse the Suicide Kings
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Freaky toy girl don't you crack you whip on me
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I'll take you from your home
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And give you what you want in a man
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I got skin smooth as chrome
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I'll get you stickier than strawberry jam
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So don't you cross me or get sly
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I'm an American insensitive guy
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And I don't give a rat's ass
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About polite society or questions of class
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Leave a sexy corpse live fast and die young
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This is what I want to do
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I'm destiny's child ride tree or die
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With suicide superstar cool
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The wind is cold the times are hard
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You've got to live before you're chucked in the sod
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It's all a hustle out on the street
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Black leather gimme tougher skin
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So that I can compete
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Ain't nobody gonna crack that whip
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Suicide Kings
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