The Beat Train gets Murdered
• Written by BDeez
Did the beat get murdered or cried on?
The Challenger
on that crashed Challenger, like a rehab fad bruh
on sick leave from the world
pop and stop then reload to explode
on your face like tree sap sticky brown on your lap
from re-ups you trained yourself for some sack
your mouth jiggly from the fat
that ass so fat
my name across the chest like fans
there's still room for traffic calls they sound like crap
airwave influenced from the matter of fact to the top
of the pimp pack
they girls waving for a pat on the back
I stay discriminatingly singled out so I let them pass
harassed for the ass to be strange in this land
I gets gets my sane bang like contraband.
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BDeez
Member since March 5 2014