Fast Lane (Album Version|Explicit)

Fast Lane (Album Version|Explicit) - Bad Meets Evil

Lyrics by：Marshall Mathers/Dwayne Chin-Quee/Luis Resto/J. Gilbert/Ryan Montgomery/Sylvester Jordan, Jr.

Composed by：Marshall Mathers/Dwayne Chin-Quee/Luis Resto/J. Gilbert/Ryan Montgomery/Sylvester Jordan, Jr.

Produced by：Dwayne Supa Dups ChinQuee

Uh first verse uh I'm on 'til I'm on an island

My life's ridin' on the autobahn on autopilot

Before I touch dirt or kill y'all with kindness

I kill ya my natural persona's much worse

You've been warned if you've been borned or if you conformed

Slap up a cop and then snatch him out of his uniform

Leave him with his socks hard bottoms and bloomers on

And hang him by his balls from the horn of a unicorn

Y'all n***as' intellect mad slow y'all fags know

Claimin' you bangin' you flamin'

Bet you could light your own cigarette with your asshole

Me and Shady deaded the past so

That basically resurrected my cashflow

I might rap tight as the snatch of a fat dyke

Though I ain't wrapped tight my blood type's the 80s

My 90s was like the Navy you was like the Brady's

You still fly kites daily

Catch me in my Mercedes bumpin' Ice Ice Baby

Screaming Shady 'til I die

Like a half a pair of dice life's crazy

So I live it to the fullest 'til I'm Swayze

And you only live it once so I'm thinking 'bout this nice nice lady

Wait no stop me now 'fore I get on a roll

Danish

Let me tell you what this pretty little dame's name is 'cause she's kinda famous

And I hope that I don't sound too heinous when I say this

Nicki Minaj but I wanna stick my penis in your anus

You morons think that I'm a genius

Really I belong inside a dang insane asylum

Came to drive them trailer parks crazy

I am back and I am razor-sharp baby

And that's back with a capital B with an exclamation mark

Maybe you should listen when I flip the linguistics

'Cause I wanna rip this mystical slick s**t

You don't wanna become another victim a statistic of this s**t

'Cause after I spit the bullets I'ma treat these shell casings like a soccer ball

I'ma kick the ballistics so get this d**k I'ma live this

I'm livin' life in the fast lane

Ayy

Movin' at the speed of life and I can't slow down

Only got a gallon in the gas tank

Oh

But I'm almost at the finish line so I can't stop now

Yeah

I don't really know where I'm headed

No

Just enjoyin' the ride

Yeah

Just gon' roll 'til I drop

Oh

And ride 'til I die

Ah-hah

I'm livin' life in the fast lane

Pedal to the metal

I'm livin' life in the fast lane

Pedal to the metal

Uh yeah my whole goal as a poet's to be relaxed in orbit

At war with a bottle as Captain Morgan attacks my organs

C'mon

My slow flow is euphoric it's like I rap endorphins

Woo

I made a pact with the devil that says

I'll let you take me you let me take a shovel

Dig up the corpse of Jack Kevorkian

C'mon

Go back and forthin' more beef than you can pack a fork in

I'm livin' the life of the infinite enemy down

My tenement chimney now the semi's the remedy pow

Spin him around enterin' in the vicinity now

Was called M&M but he threw away the candy and ate the rapper

Chewed him up

And spitted him out

Girl giddy-up now get-get down

He's lookin' around this club

And it looks like people are havin' a s**t-fit now

Yeah little tr-tr-trailer trash take a look who's back in t-t-town

Did I st-st-stutter motherf**ker

F**k the mall he shuts the whole motherf**kin' Walmart

D-d-down every time he comes a-r-r-round

And he came to the club tonight with 5'9 to hold this b***h down

Like a motherf**kin' chick underwater he's tryin' to dr-dr-drown

Shorty when you dance you got me captivated

Just by the way that you keep lickin' them d**k-suckin' lips

I'm agitated aggravated

To the point you don't suck my d**k

Then you're gonna get decapitated

Other words you don't f**kin' give me head

Then I'ma have to take it

And then after takin' that I'ma catch a case it's gon' be fascinatin'

It's gon' say the whole rap game passed away on top of the affidavit

Graduated from master debater slash massive masturbator

To Michael Jackson's activator

Woo

Meanin' I'm on fire off the top might wanna back up data

Rollin' over hip-hop in a verbal tractor trailer

Homie they sick you could normally ask a hater

Don't it make sense

That these shell casings is just like a bag of paper

Dropped in the lap of a tax evader homie they spent

Now make that a*s drop like a sack of potatoes

What

Girl I'm the crack-a-lator percolator of this party

Be my penis ejaculator later

Tell your boyfriend that you just struck paydirt

You rollin' with a player

You won't be exaggeratin' when you say you're livin'

I'm livin' life in the fast lane

Ayy

Movin' at the speed of life and I can't slow down

Only got a gallon in the gas tank

Oh

But I'm almost at the finish line so I can't stop now

Yeah

I don't really know where I'm headed

No

Just enjoyin' the ride

Yeah

Just gon' roll 'til I drop

Oh

And ride 'til I die

Ah-ah

I'm livin' life in the fast lane

Pedal to the metal

I'm livin' life in the fast lane

Pedal to the metal

Haha

Woo

Pedal to the metal

Pedal to the metal