Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song IN THE MIDDLE, artist - Tokyo's Revenge.
Date of issue: 06.01.2022
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
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 |
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 |