VibeFoundry - Brandon’s Beatdown | Southern Rock

Brandon’s Tesla Beatdown is a southern redneck rock track packed with distorted guitar riffs, stomping drums, and aggressive male vocals. This high-energy song tells the story of a smug Tesla driver blocking the fast lane and the lifted truck that sets him straight. Perfect for fans of outlaw rock, redneck music, southern rock, road rage anthems, and rural justice. Get the full redneck vibe with gritty storytelling, hard southern attitude, and zero apologies. Subscribe for more raw outlaw tracks by VibeFoundry.

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Lyrics:
Brandon’s my cousin, born in the sticks,
We shot up cans and patched up bricks.
He left for the city, changed his tone,
Came back preachin’ like he owned the throne.

"One oat milk, and he forgot what mud feels like."

Said we’re dumb and stuck in dirt,
Wears clean boots but don’t know work.
Rides the fast lane like he’s king,
Holdin’ up folks for not a damn thing.

“Go on, Brandon… save the world at 62 miles an hour.”

He’s a rollin’ roadblock, smug and slow,
Set his cruise, won’t let it go.
You pass him once, he’ll floor it tight,
Just to cut you off and kill your flight.
Then he drops it back like nothin’ wrong,
Like he owns that lane and always belonged.

He’s a left lane preacher in a tech disguise,
Talks like he’s holy, but he’s full of lies.
Told him “Brandon, move, don’t push your luck,”
But the road’s got rules—and a lifted truck.

Old boy behind him in a rusted Dodge,
Flashed his brights like a backwoods judge.
Brandon held firm with a snot-nosed grin,
Like he’s the judge of the state we’re in.

Should’ve changed lanes…
But pride don’t fit through a rearview mirror.

Next day rolls up, face all bruised,
One black eye and a dash glass screwed.
Said “Some pickup guy just lost his cool,”
I said “Hell nah, he just fixed a fool.”

You forgot who you were, tryin’ to play smart...
Now he rides quiet in the far-right lane,
No more smug, no more campaign.
Tesla’s still runnin’, but his jaw don’t talk—
Since the day his pride met a steel toe knock.

He was a left lane preacher, now he rides in shame,
Swappin’ holy talk for a whole lotta blame.
Ain’t preachin’ no more, just stayin’ in line,
Keepin’ quiet in the right—like it’s by design.

Ain’t no software fix…
for gettin’ whooped right.

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