JPEGMAFIA - Rock N Roll Is Dead Lyrics

(You think you know me)
Big Daddy Hoffa coming to you here with a Kimber
Team Match II .45, 1911
This baby oughta be nice, right there (ooh)
Cocked, locked and ready to rock (oh, uh)
One, two
High key, uh

Gone with the sauce
Got the .45 tucked in the bag
Hit 'em with the hawk
Nah, fuck it dawg, whip 'em wit the strap
I've been on the fuckin' road (uh)
I just ended rock and roll (uh)
We've been running up the score (uh)
Turnt your house into a home (yeah)

Uh, 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 (nasty!)
We don't fuck 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 (nigga)
We gon' beat them crackers dead (yeah)
We gon' fuck 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

Gone with the sauce
Got the .45 tucked in the bag
Hit 'em with the hawk
Nah, fuck it dawg, whip 'em wit the strap
I've been on the fucking road
I just ended rock 'n' roll
We've been running up the score (hoo)

I say that pussy's off the Richter
No shit, uh, I fuck that bitch
I fuck your babysitter, I hit her
I took her to a show, man, what's the issue (blat)
I split her, this groovy nigga bangin' on your sister (nah)
No kicker, I can't breathe

How many cars does it take
To make this shit an easy race? (Pussy pop), uh
how many cars does it take to make this fucking pain go away?
Truth

Ooh
Ooh, early
This shit poppin', comin' out the
I'm out of options
I'm out of options