Rock N Roll Is Dead

<Intro: Big Daddy Hoffa>

Big Daddy Hoffa coming to you here with a kimber

T max 2 .45, 1911

This baby oughta be nice right there

*******ed locked and ready to rock!

<Chorus>

Gone with the sauce

Got the .45 tucked in the bag

Hit 'em with the hawk

Naw ******* it dawg

Whip 'em wit the strap

I've been on the ******g road

I just ended rock n roll

We've been running up the score

Turnt your house into a home

<Verse 1>

Ugh

I don't ******g roam

All I do is count the cash

******* I'm coming in your house

Let's get freaky with the strap

We don't ******* with alt right

Y'all ain't never been a threat

If y'all come to Baltimore we gon' stick 'em for their racks

We gon' beat them crackers dead

We gon' ******* up on they wife

Take em for a ride

More hits

More life

Tight grip on the chopper

That kickback light

Put hands on a blogger

Make 'em beg for his life

<Chorus>

Gone with the sauce

Got the .45 tucked in the bag

Hit 'em with the hawk

Naw ******* it dawg

Whip 'em wit the strap

I've been on the ******g road

I just ended rock n roll

We've been running up the score, man

<Verse 2>

I say that *******'s off the richter

No *******, uh

I ******* that *******

I ******* your baby sitter

I hit her

I took her to a show, man what's the issue

I split her

This groovy ******* bangin' on your sister

No kicker

I can't read

<Bridge>

How many cars does it take

To make this ******* an easy race

How many cars does it take

To make this ******g pain go away

Truth!