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The Doors Rock Is Dead

under the ground. And As long as I got breath, the death of rock Is the death of me, And rock is dead Well, we?re dead? alright? yeah !? ROCK IS DEAD

under the ground. And As long as I got breath, the death of rock Is the death of me, And rock is dead Well, we?re dead? alright? yeah !? ROCK IS DEAD

under the ground. And As long as I got breath, the death of rock Is the death of me, And rock is dead Well, we?re dead? alright? yeah !? ROCK IS DEAD

binoculars, C4, block your doors, nigga's can't stop this war I show you fagots what this Swartz is for Hidding spots in the door for the glocks is for

the truth the definition Just call me the competition, I'm still stomping and pimpin' I'm still working with Diddy, still fuck wit the hood I got the key to the city, the streets is all good My leather is all wood, my gun is

You did it kid The more dead The more weight on your head Plus you ganked a suitcase Full of black tar H Baby boy, twenty keys Dead Colombian

rollin' Villain - BJ's got the sack Bruce is a giant - Nat C's clockin' Dough Be bop's a pimp. My old freaks a hoe The batter rams rollin' rocks are

black gretsky puck Ice skater lil' later might let me fuck Damn, she might let me fuck Last night I cried tears of joy What did I do to deserve this? Rock

don't move to slow 'Cause the man from Mars is through with cars He's eatin' bars, yeah, wall to wall Door to door, hall to hall He's gonna eat 'em all