Rock N Roll Is Dead - JPEGMAFIA

Big Daddy Hoffa coming to you here with a kimber

T max 2.45, 1911

This baby oughta be nice right there

Cocked locked and ready to rock!

Gone with the sauce

Got the.45 tucked in the bag

Hit 'em with the hawk

Naw fuck it dawg

Whip 'em with the strap

I’ve been on the fucking road

I just ended rock n roll

We’ve been running up the score

Turnt your house into a home

Ugh

I don’t fucking roam

All I do is count the cash

Bitch I’m coming in your house

Let’s get freaky with the strap

We don’t fuck 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' fuck 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

Gone with the sauce

Got the.45 tucked in the bag

Hit 'em with the hawk

Naw fuck it dawg

Whip 'em with the strap

I’ve been on the fucking road

I just ended rock n roll

We’ve been running up the score, man

I say that pussy’s off the richter

No shit, uh

I fuck that bitch

I fuck your baby sitter

I hit her

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

I split her

This groovy nigga bangin' on your sister

No kicker

I can’t read

How many cars does it take

To make this shit an easy race

How many cars does it take

To make this fucking pain go away

Truth!