IN THE MIDDLE - Tokyo's Revenge

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

Bitch I’m Malcolm in the middle

If a nigga 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

Bitch I’m Malcolm in the middle

If a nigga try to touch me I’mma kill him

And thats on god

I’ll send a nigga straight to God

(Yeah)

I got three pistols bitch that’s a ménage

And that’s on Young M.A.N

Hold up nigga…

I mean Young M. A

Cause I’m dykin' wit this dick

Up in my draws'

Fit it in ya' jaw

Two things

1: niggas 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

Bitch who the fuck?

If you don’t get up out my face

(Um)

I’ve been sitting thinking about

Maybe picking a different route

Niggas chicken lets pick em out

With that I’m OK!

Uhhh

KAY!

I know some niggas that I’d love to name

Some niggas that were riding for the fame

(Yeah!)

Where are they today?

Could’ve swore I hung them by they skeletons

Somewhere in my motherfucking 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

Bitch I’m Malcolm in the middle

If a nigga 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

Bitch I’m Malcolm in the middle

If a nigga try to touch me I’mma kill him

Uh

Yeah

Bitch I’m gassed up got a motormouth

I’ll keep on talking my shit

Till them poles is out

… could catch a dick to an open mouth

On my dick talkin bout shit he don’t know about

Same thing for…

Aw I gotta stop namedroppin niggas

And giving y’all clout-

Actually fuck that

These niggas 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 niggas fragile

Like motherfucking glass in a cabinet

And you niggas punk?

Bitch 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 ass

N' the same thing for … I’m mad

Den you gonna talk bout' that shit and present it as fact?

Yuh

Which is crazy

Cuz' you know I got the receipts to prove that shit 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 shit

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

Bitch I’m Malcolm in the middle

If a nigga 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

Bitch im Malcolm in the middle

If a nigga try to touch me I’mma kill him