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!