Bad Meets Evil - FastlaneLyrics

First verse, uh I'm on 'til I'm on a island My life's ridin' on the Autobahn on autopilot Before I touch dirt, I'll kill you all with kindness I kill ya, my natural persona's much worse You've been warned if you've been born or if you conform 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 niggas intellect mad slow, y'all fags know Claimin' you bangin', you flamin' Bet you could light your own cigarette witcha asshole Me and Shady deaded the past, So that basically resurrected my cash flow I might rap tight as the snatch of a fat dyke Though I ain't wrapped tight My blood type's the eighties! My nineties was like the Navy, you was like the Brady´s You still fly kites daily! Catch me in my Mercedes Bumpin' "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 thinkin' 'bout this nice, nice lady Wait, no, stop me now before 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, cleanin', try 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'm gonna rip this mystical slick shit You don't wanna become another victim or 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'ma live this [Chorus] Livin' life in the fast lane Movin' 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 enjoyin' the ride Just gon' roll 'til I drop and ride 'til I die I'm livin' life in the fast lane (Pedal to the metal) I'm livin' life in the fast lane (Pedal to the metal) My whole goal as a poet's to be relaxed in orbit At war with' a bottle, this 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 this shovel, dig up the corpe of Jack Kevorkian" Go 'back and forth in more beef that you can pack a fork in I'm livin' the life of the infinite enemy down My tenement, too many now, to send my serenity powers Spin 'em around, enterin' in the vicinity Now, was called Eminem, 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 shit fit now Here, little t-t-trailer trash, take a look who's back in t-t-town Did I s-st-stutter, motherfucker? Fuck the mall, he shuts The whole motherfuckin' Wal-mart d-d-down every time he comes a-r-r-round And he came to the club tonight with five nine to hold this bitch down Like a motherfuckin' chick underwater, he tryna d-dr-drown Shawty, when you dance, you got me captivated Just by the way that you keep lickin' them dicks like 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 fuckin' give me head, then I'm have to take it And then after takin' that, I'ma 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' activator Meanin' I'm on fire off the top, might wanna back up the data Runnin' over hip-hop in a verbal tractor-trailer Homie, this sick, you can normally ask a hater Don't it make sense, these shell casings is just like a bag of paper Dropped in the lap of a tax evader (Homie, they spent) Now make that ass drop like a sack of potatoes What, girl, I'm the crack-a-lator Percolator to this party, be my penis ejaculator later Tell your boyfriend that you just struck pay dirt You rollin' with a player, you won't be exaggeratin' when you sayin' [Chorus]