Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song IN THE MIDDLE , by - Tokyo's Revenge. Release date: 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 |