IN THE MIDDLE Lyrics – TOKYO’S REVENGE
Singer: TOKYO’S REVENGE
Title: IN THE MIDDLE
All these buckles on my jeans
Sort of remind me of my straight jacket
Lookin’ like a lick
I’m fresh to death
I’m in my grave laughing
Mr.Voorhees with the blade how it get tragic
Norman Bates, psycho diamonds
All up in the face flashing
Hold on wait let me do this dance with the devil
Anyways got to keep my hands on the metal
Got a Glock on both hips
b#tch I’m Malcolm in the middle
If a n#gg# try to touch me I’mma kill him
All these buckles on my jeans
Sort of remind me of my straight jacket
Lookin’ like a lick
I’m fresh to death
I’m in my grave laughing
Mr.Voorhees with the blade how it get tragic
Norman Bates, psycho diamonds
All up in the face flashing
Hold on wait let me do this dance with the devil
Anyways got to keep my hands on the metal
Got a Glock on both hips
b#tch I’m Malcolm in the middle
If a n#gg# try to touch me I’mma kill him
And thats on god
I’ll send a n#gg# straight to God
(Yeah)
I got three pistols b#tch that’s a ménage
And that’s on Young M.A.N
Hold up n#gg#…
I mean Young M.A
Cause I’m dykin’ wit this dick
Up in my draws’
Fit it in ya’ jaw
Two things
1: n#gg#s all talk
2: N’ they’ll always bandwagon
Cause they’re soft
And if the get a chance to make you look bad
Dickridin’ then they’ll do it
Cause they know you got more talent in a cough
(Uh, Cough)
Yuh!
Up up and away
b#tch who the f#ck?
If you don’t get up out my face
(Um)
I’ve been sitting thinking about
Maybe picking a different route
n#gg#s chicken lets pick em out
With that I’m OK!
Uhhh
KAY!
I know some n#gg#s that I’d love to name
Some n#gg#s that were riding for the fame
(Yeah!)
Where are they today?
Could’ve swore I hung them by they skeletons
Somewhere in my motherf#cking place!
(Cuz)
All these buckles on my jeans
Sort of remind me of my straight jacket
Lookin’ like a lick
I’m fresh to death
I’m in my grave laughing
Mr.Voorhees with the blade how it get tragic
Norman Bates, psycho diamonds
All up in the face flashing
Hold on wait let me do this dance with the devil
Anyways got to keep my hands on the metal
Got a Glock on both hips
b#tch I’m Malcolm in the middle
If a n#gg# try to touch me I’mma kill him
All these buckles on my jeans
Sort of remind me of my straight jacket
Lookin’ like a lick
I’m fresh to death
I’m in my grave laughing
Mr.Voorhees with the blade how it get tragic
Norman Bates, psycho diamonds
All up in the face flashing
Hold on wait let me do this dance with the devil
Anyways got to keep my hands on the metal
Got a Glock on both hips
b#tch I’m Malcolm in the middle
If a n#gg# try to touch me I’mma kill him
Uh
Yeah
b#tch I’m gassed up got a motormouth
I’ll keep on talking my sh#t
Till them poles is out
… could catch a dick to an open mouth
On my dick talkin bout sh#t he don’t know about
Same thing for…
Aw I gotta stop namedroppin n#gg#s
And giving y’all clout-
Actually f#ck that
These n#gg#s hoes and I love that
I’d be the bigger person
But I’m just not above that
I’m just so sick of the Cappin
These n#gg#s fragile
Like motherf#cking glass in a cabinet
And you n#gg#s punk? b#tch I’m laughing
Especially …
Cause I had love for you it’s tragic
You could’ve been “like what happened?”
Instead the hoe jumped out your body
You talked out your #ss
N’ the same thing for … I’m mad
Den you gonna talk bout’ that sh#t and present it as fact?
Yuh
Which is crazy
Cuz’ you know I got the receipts to prove that sh#t gazi’
Ain’t it amazing
How you knew that I can’t show it online
So you played me
You were lazy
You ain’t even think twice about it
Fo’ making a statement
But that’s OK cause I’m patient
I’m not gon’ argue with the Internet
Bout some fake sh#t
All these buckles on my jeans
Sort of remind me of my straight jacket
Lookin’ like a lick
I’m fresh to death
I’m in my grave laughing
Mr.Voorhees with the blade how it get tragic
Norman Bates, psycho diamonds
All up in the face flashing
Hold on wait let me do this dance with the devil
Anyways got to keep my hands on the metal
Got a Glock on both hips
b#tch I’m Malcolm in the middle
If a n#gg# try to touch me I’mma kill him
All these buckles on my jeans
Sort of remind me of my straight jacket
Lookin’ like a lick
I’m fresh to death
I’m in my grave laughing
Mr.Voorhees with the blade how it get tragic
Norman Bates, psycho diamonds
All up in the face flashing
Hold on wait let me do this dance with the devil
Anyways got to keep my hands on the metal
Got a Glock on both hips
b#tch im Malcolm in the middle
If a n#gg# try to touch me I’mma kill him
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