Lyrics IN THE MIDDLE - Tokyo's Revenge

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