Beef Rice

There are bad boys in this train
Again, again, again
Now they’re starting bang, bang, bang
Unlike the other story
This ain’t have no glory
The boys are from a gang, gang, gang
This is terror, don’t do error
Or I’ll flip it, whip it, quit it
At the corner little me
As small as I can be
If I smile, they’ll let me free?
But I ain’t even noticed
Boys' heads must be filled with piss
I would’ve been the best hostage