G’s Joey Trap & TOKYO'S REVENGE

[Intro: Tokyo's Revenge]
Akachi on the beat, lil' bitch
Oh‚ yeah‚ yeah bro Cliff with me in the booth
Ooh‚ haha, yeah, bitch
My dot red‚ just like Clifford
That shit is crazy, really, you heard?
I have my dog in the booth
I sold my soul for a hotdog
Look‚ look

[Chorus: Tokyo's Revenge]
Two Gucci G's on my belt, what you mean, bro?
Ku Klux, swear hate these niggas stay fiend, bro
Blue bucks, ice all on my shit like I ski, bro
Ooh-uh, Willy Wonka niggas really get sweet, bro
L and the V on my bag, fuck you mean, bitch?
Space dust diamonds, watch face, bright beams, bitch
Ayy, uh, pray that nigga wanna fight me, bitch
Dick with a scope in case you wanna sight-see, bitch
Damn, yeah I'm feelin' like I'm invincible
'Stendo clip with the ruler
It'll teach 'em quick like the principal
Bullets hit him in intervals
Light him up like a Christmas tree
Kissin' death, like a mistletoe
Special beam on it, Piccolo
Ooh, pussy nigga don't want no smoke, cancer
In your neck of the woods I'm with my stick, campin'
Trigger jumpin' like the Harlem Shake in the muzzle dancing
Horses in the white hood of 'rari like the fuckin' Klansmen