Audio Download In The Middle MP3 by Tokyo’s Revenge
- Song Title: In The Middle
- Artist: Tokyo’s Revenge
- Genre: Hip Hop
- Released: 2023
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Tokyo’s Revenge In The Middle Lyrics
Gnilrad, esnesnon tahw
Now that I know you do it so well
This is the end
What nonsense, darling (Evil on the beat, no cap)
Thgin tsal pu uoy dexif I, llew
I’ll do it again
Ah, oh, no, now you must rest
Well, no, don’t forget all the lovely things we plan to do today (Yuh)
(Tok, good morning) yeah, yeah
All these buckles on my jeans (huh) sort of remind me of my straitjacket (yeah)
Looking like a lick (uh), I’m fresh to death (yeah), I’m in my grave laughin’ (ayy)
Mr. Voorhees with the blade (yeah), how it get tragic (yeah)
Norman Bates (yuh, yuh), psycho diamonds all up in the face flashin’ (ayy)
Hol’ on, wait (huh), let me do this dance with the Devil (yeah)
Anyways (yeah), gotta keep my hands on the metal (yeah, owooo)
Got a Glock on both hips, bitch, I’m Malcolm in the Middle (uh, yeah)
If a nigga try to touch me, I’ma kill ’em (yeah)
All these buckles on my jeans (huh) sort of remind me of my straitjacket (yeah)
Looking like a lick (uh), I’m fresh to death (yeah), I’m in my grave laughin’ (ayy)
Mr. Voorhees with the blade (yeah), how it get tragic (yeah)
Norman Bates (yuh, yuh), psycho diamonds all up in the face flashin’ (ayy)
Hol’ on, wait (huh), let me do this dance with the Devil
Anyways (yeah), gotta keep my hands on the metal (yeah, owooo)
Got a Glock on both hips, bitch, I’m Malcolm in the Middle (uh, yeah)
If a nigga try to touch me, I’ma kill ’em, uh
And that’s on God
I’ll send a nigga straight to God (yeah, yeah)
I got three pistols, bitch, that’s a ménage (yeah)
And that’s on young man
Hold up, nigga, I mean Young M.A
‘Cause I’m dykin’ with this dick up in my draws
Fit it in ya jaw, two things, niggas all talk
And they’ll always bandwagon ’cause they’re soft (huh, yeah)
And if they 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, uh, huh)
Yuh, up, up, and away
Bitch, who the fuck?
If you don’t get up out my face (um)
I’ve been sittin’ thinkin’ about maybe pickin’ a different route
Niggas chicken, let’s pick ’em out, with that I’m okay
Uh, ‘kay
I know some niggas that I’d love to name
Some niggas that were riding for the fame (yeah)
Where are they today? (Yeah)
Could’ve swore I hung them by they skeletons
Somewhere in my motherfuckin’ place (yeah, yeah, ’cause)
All these buckles on my jeans (huh) sort of remind me of my straitjacket (yeah)
Looking like a lick (uh), I’m fresh to death (yeah), I’m in my grave laughin’ (ayy)
Mr. Voorhees with the blade (yeah), how it get tragic (yeah)
Norman Bates (yuh, yuh), psycho diamonds all up in the face flashin’ (ayy)
Hol’ on, wait (huh), let me do this dance with the Devil (yeah)
Anyways (yeah), gotta keep my hands on the metal (yeah, owooo)
Got a Glock on both hips, bitch, I’m Malcolm in the Middle (uh, yeah)
If a nigga try to touch me, I’ma kill ’em (yeah)
All these buckles on my jeans (huh) sort of remind me of my straitjacket (yeah)
Looking like a lick (uh), I’m fresh to death (yeah), I’m in my grave laughin’ (ayy)
Mr. Voorhees with the blade (yeah), how it get tragic (yeah)
Norman Bates (yuh, yuh), psycho diamonds all up in the face flashin’ (ayy)
Hol’ on, wait (huh), let me do this dance with the Devil (yeah)
Anyways (yeah), gotta keep my hands on the metal (yeah, owooo)
Got a Glock on both hips, bitch, I’m Malcolm in the Middle (uh, yeah)
If a nigga try to touch me, I’ma kill ’em (yeah)
Bitch, I’m gassed up, got a motormouth
I keep on talkin’ my shit ’til them poles is out (yeah)
Could catch a dick to an open mouth
On my dick talkin’ ’bout shit he don’t know about (yuh, yuh)
Same thing for – (aw, I gotta stop name droppin’ niggas and giving y’all clout)
Actually, fuck that
These niggas hoes and I love that (yuh)
I’d be the bigger person, but I’m just not above that (yuh)
I’m just so sick of the cap (uh)
These niggas fragile like motherfuckin’ glass in a cabinet (yeah)
And you niggas punk? Bitch, I’m laughin’ (uh)
Especially – ’cause I had love for you, it’s tragic
You could’ve been like, “What happened?” (uh)
Instead, the hoe jumped out your body, you talked out your ass (yeah)
Same thing for – I’m mad (uh)
Then you gon’ talk ’bout that shit and present it as fact?
Yuh, which is crazy
‘Cause you know I got the receipts to prove that shit ‘gazi (uh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ain’t it amazing how you knew that
I can’t show it online, so you played me (yeah, yeah, yeah)
You were lazy (huh, yeah)
You ain’t even think twice about it ‘fore makin’ a statement (yeah)
But that’s okay, ’cause I’m patient
I’m not gon’ argue with the internet ’bout some fake shit (yeah)
All these buckles on my jeans (huh) sort of remind me of my straitjacket (yeah)
Looking like a lick (uh), I’m fresh to death (yeah), I’m in my grave laughin’ (ayy)
Mr. Voorhees with the blade (yeah), how it get tragic (yeah)
Norman Bates (yuh, yuh), psycho diamonds all up in the face flashin’ (ayy)
Hol’ on, wait (huh), let me do this dance with the Devil (yeah)
Anyways (yeah), gotta keep my hands on the metal (yeah, owooo)
Got a Glock on both hips, bitch, I’m Malcolm in the Middle (uh, yeah)
If a nigga try to touch me, I’ma kill ’em (yeah)
All these buckles on my jeans (huh) sort of remind me of my straitjacket (yeah)
Looking like a lick (uh), I’m fresh to death (yeah), I’m in my grave laughin’ (ayy)
Mr. Voorhees with the blade (yeah), how it get tragic (yeah)
Norman Bates (yuh, yuh), psycho diamonds all up in the face flashin’ (ayy)
Hol’ on, wait (huh), let me do this dance with the Devil (yeah)
Anyways (yeah), gotta keep my hands on the metal (yeah, owooo)
Got a Glock on both hips, bitch, I’m Malcolm in the Middle (uh, yeah)
If a nigga try to touch me, I’ma kill ’em (yeah)
There’s no problem, if you got a gun, shoot ’em in the-
That’s a sure way to kill ’em