[Verse] Metal beast rollin', chrome teeth shinin' mean, Peterbilt 389, king of the concrete scene. Tri-axle stance, sittin' heavy on the throne, Joey Whispers in the cab, microphone his zone. Got the city in his mirrors, fools in his scope, Red Baron comin' through, leave 'em hangin' on hope. He roastin' bad moves, got 'em sweatin' in shame, Horn blast a death knell, he ain't playin' no games. [Chorus] Red Baron screamin', streets start believin', Joey on the horn, got the weak ones leavin'. Legend in the truck, ain't no soul comparin', Joey Whispers at the wheel of The Red Baron. [Verse 2] Signal cuttin', lane hoggin', Joey sees it all, Clowns try to merge, but they headin' for the wall. Dashcam rollin', live stream burnin' bright, Commentary savage, call it traffic fight night. Peterbilt flex, dump bed full of steel, Joey’s words cut deeper than a front grill peel. He callin' out the reckless, no patience for fools, City streets his kingdom, he enforces the rules. [Prechorus] Air horn screech, echo in the sky, Bad drivers scatter, can’t look him in the eye. Wit sharp as chrome, Joey's got 'em shook, Livestream legend, whole city’s hooked.
