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in the middle (demo) lyrics
[intro]
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

[chorus]
all these buckles on my jeans (huh) sort of remind me of my straitjacket (yeah)
looking like a l!ck (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 dancе with the devil (yeah)
anyways (yеah), gotta keep my hands on the metal (yeah, owooooo)
got a glock on both hips, b_tch, i’m malcolm in the middle (uh, yeah)
if a n_gga try to touch me, i’ma k!ll ’em (yeah)
all these buckles on my jeans (huh) sort of remind me of my straitjacket (yeah)
looking like a l!ck (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, owooooo)
got a glock on both hips, b_tch, i’m malcolm in the middle (uh, yeah)
if a n_gga try to touch me, i’ma k!ll ’em, uh
[verse 1]
and that’s on god
i’ll send a n_gga straight to god (yeah, yeah)
i got three pistols, b_tch, that’s a menage (yeah)
and that’s on young man
hold up, n_gga, i mean young m.a
cause i’m dykin’ with this d_ck up in my draws
fit it in ya’ jaw
two things, n_ggas all talk
and they’ll always bandwagon ’cause they’re soft (huh, yeah)
and if they get a chance to make you look bad, d_ckridin’, then they’ll do it
’cause they know you got more talent in a cough (uh, uh, huh)
yuh, up, up, and away
b_tch, who the f_ck?
if you don’t get up out my face (um)
i’ve been sittin’ thinkin’ about maybe pickin’ a different route
n_ggas chicken, let’s pick em out, with that i’m okay
uh, ‘kay
i know some n_ggas that i’d love to name
some n_ggas that were riding for the fame (yeah)
where are they today? (yeah)
could’ve swore i hung them by they skeletons
somewhere in my motherf_ckin’ place (yeah, yeah, ’cause)

[chorus]
all these buckles on my jeans sort of remind me of my straitjacket
lookin’ like a l!ck, i’m fresh to death, i’m in my grave laughin’
mr. voorhees with the blade, how it get tragic
norman bates, psycho diamonds all up in the face flashin’
hol’ on, wait, let me do this dance with the devil
anyways, gotta keep my hands on the metal (owooooo)
got a glock on both hips, b_tch, i’m malcolm in the middle
if a n_gga try to touch me, i’ma k!ll him, uh (yeah)
all these buckles on my jeans (huh) sort of remind me of my straitjacket (yeah)
looking like a l!ck (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, owooooo)
got a glock on both hips, b_tch, i’m malcolm in the middle (uh, yeah)
if a n_gga try to touch me, i’ma k!ll ’em, uh (yeah)
[verse 2]
b_tch, i’m gassed up, got a motormouth
i keep on talkin’ my sh_t ’till them poles is out (yeah)
mathias could catch a d_ck to an open mouth
on my d_ck talkin’ ’bout sh_t he don’t know about (yuh, yuh)
same thing for_ (aw, i gotta stop name droppin’ n_ggas and giving y’all clout)
actually, f_ck that
these n_ggas 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 n_ggas fragile like motherf_ckin’ glass in a cabinet (yeah)
and you n_ggas punk? b_tch, i’m laughin’ (uh)
especially jasiah, ’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 dontai, i’m mad (uh)
then you gon’ talk bout’ that sh_t and present it as fact?
yuh, which is crazy
’cause you know i got the receipts to prove that sh_t ‘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 sh_t (yeah)

- tokyos revenge

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