Fast Lane Lyrics & Tabs by Bad Meets Evil
Fast Lane
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First verse, uh, I'm armed 'til I'm on an island
My life's riding 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 outta 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 niggas's intellect mad slow, y'all fags know
Claiming you banging
You flaming bet you could light your own
Cigarette with ya asshole
Me and Shady deaded the past so
That basically resurrected my cashflow
I might rap tight as the snatch of a fat dyke
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 80's
My 90's was like the Navy
You was like the Brady's
You still fly kites daily
Catch me in my Mercedes
Bumping Ice Ice Baby
Screamin' 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, don't 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 when I rip this mystical slick shit
You don't wanna become another victim, a statistic of this shit
Cause after I spit the bullets
I'ma treat these shell casings like a soccer ball
I'ma kick the ballistics
So get this dick, I'mma live this
Living life in the fast lane
Moving at the speed of life and I can't slow down
Only got a gallon in the gas tank
But I'm almost at the finish line
So I can't stop now
I don't really know where I'm headed
Just enjoying the ride
Just gon' roll til I drop and ride 'til I die
I'm living life in the fast lane (Pedal to the metal)
I'm living life in the fast lane (Pedal to the metal)
Yeah, my whole goal as a poet's to be relaxed in orbit
At war with a bottle as Captain Morgan attacks my organs
My slow flow is euphoric, it's like I rap endorphins
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
Go back and forth and, more beef that you can pack a fork in
I'm living the life of the infinite enemy down
My tenement, chimney now
The semi's the remedy, pow
Spin him around, entering 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 looking around this club and it looks like people are having a shit-fit now
Yeah, little t-t-trailer trash, take a look who's back in t-t-town
Did I s-s-stutter, motherfucker?
Fuck the mall, he shuts the whole motherfucking 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 bitch down
Like a motherfucking chick underwater, he's trying to d-d-drown
Shorty, when you dance, you got me captivated
Just by the way that you keep licking them dick-sucking lips, I'm agitated
Aggravated to the point you don't suck my dick, then you're gonna get decapitated
Other words, you don't fucking give me head, then I'm have to take it
And then after taking that, I'mma catch a case, it's gon' be fascinating
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
Meaning I'm on fire, off the top, might wanna back up data
Rolling over hip-hop in a verbal tractor trailer
Homie, they're sick, you could normally ask a hater
Don't it make sense? These shell casings is just like a bag of paper
Drop in the lap of a tax evader
Homie they spent
Now make that ass drop like a sack of potatoes
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're rolling with a player
You won't be exaggerating when you say you're living
Living life in the fast lane
Moving at the speed of life and I can't slow down
Only got a gallon in the gas tank
But I'm almost at the finish line
So I can't stop now
I don't really know where I'm headed
Just enjoying the ride
Just gon' roll til I drop and ride 'til I die
I'm living life in the fast lane (Pedal to the metal)
I'm living life in the fast lane (Pedal to the metal)
