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Fast Lane Feat Eminem, Royce Da 5'9 - Bad Meets Evil

  • [Royce Da 5'9"]
    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 y'all with kindness
    I kill ya, my natural persona's much worse
    You've been warned if you've been born or if you can form
    Slap up a cop and then snatch 'em 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, claimin' you bangin'
    You flamin', 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
    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, 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 '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 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'mma rip this mystical slick shit
    You don't wanna become another victim or statistic of this shit, cause after
    I spit the bullets, I'mma treat these shell casings like a soccer ball
    I'mma kick the ballistics, so get this dick, I'mma live this
    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)
    [Royce Da 5'9"]
    Yeah, 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 corpes, Jack Kevorkian"
    Go back and forfeit, 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 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 shit fit now
    Here, little t-t-trailer trash, take a look who's back in t-t-town
    Did I s-s-stutter, mothafucka? Fuck them all, he shuts
    A whole mothafuckin' 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 mothafuckin' chick underwater, he tryna d-d-drown
    Shorty, when you dance, you got me captivated, just by the way
    That you keep lickin' 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 fuckin' give me head, then I'm have to take it
    And then after takin' that, I'mma 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' 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
    Drop 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 you boyfriend that you just struck paydirt
    You rollin' with a player, you won't be exaggeratin' when you sayin'

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