Rock N Roll Is Dead lyrics

[Intro: Big Daddy Hoffa and JPEGMAFIA]
​elbuod sees [?]
(You think you know me)
Big Daddy Hoffman comin' to you here with a
Kimber Team Match II .45, 1911
This baby oughta be nice, right there (Ooh)
c*cked, locked and ready to rock (Oh, uh)
One, two
High key, uh

[Chorus]
Gone with the sauce
Got the .45 tucked in the bag
Hit 'em with the hawk
Nah, f*ck it dawg, whip 'em wit the strap
I've been on the f*ckin' road (Uh)
I just ended rock and roll (Uh)
We've been runnin' up the score (Uh)

[Verse 1]
Turnt your house into a home (Yeah)
Uh, I don't f*ckin' roam
All I do is count the cash
b*tch, I'm comin' in your house
Let's get freaky with the strap (Nasty!)
We don't f*ck with alt-right
Y'all ain't never been a threat (Right)
If y'all come to Baltimore, we gon' stick 'em for their racks (n*gga)
We gon' beat them crackers dead (Yeah)
We gon' f*ck up on they wi– (W-wife)
Take 'em for a ride, more hits, more life
Tight grip on the chopper, that kickback light
Put hands on a blogger, make him beg for his life
[Chorus]
Gone with the sauce
Got the .45 tucked in the bag
Hit 'em with the hawk
Nah, f*ck it dawg, whip 'em wit the strap
I've been on the f*ckin' road
I just ended rock and roll
We've been runnin' up the score (Hoo)

[Verse 2]
I say that pus*y's off the Richter
No sh*t, uh, I f*cked that b*tch (Go back)
I f*ck your babysitter, I hit her
I took her to a show, man, what's the issue (Blat)
I split her, this groovy n*gga bangin' on your sister (Nah)
No kicker, I can't breathe

[Bridge]
How many cars does it take
To make this sh*t an easy race? (pus*y pop) (Yuh)
Uh, how many cars does it take
To make this f*ckin' pain go away? (Truth)

[Outro]
Ooh
Ooh, early
This sh*t poppin', comin' out the f–
I'm out of options
I'm out of options
I'm th–