Death Metal is the car that The General Lee wishes it could be.

Pothole-filled road? No problem. Dirt Jump to flat landing? Whatever. Super judgey (Yes, I did make up a word.) local police force who wants nothing more than to see that coke bottle silhouette shrinking at the hands of a scrap metal yard operator? We can outrun those fools!

The Death Metal Charger can deal with all of it and because it’s an utter pile of crap, we can even leave it smack dab in the middle of the local mall parking lot without fear of runaway shopping car nor Suzy Soccer Mom’s lack of parking skills.

Wear this shirt and then spend all the time you don’t have on Craigslist searching for your own perfectly patina’d pile of crap Charger!