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bad meets evil - fastlane lyrics

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uh, first verse, uh, i’m on till i’m on an 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 sn-tch ‘im out of his uniform
leave him with his socks, hard bottoms and bloomers on
and hangin’ by his b-lls from the h-rn of a unicorn

y’all n-gg-s’ intellect mad slow, y’all f-gs know
claimin’ you bangin’, you flamin’
bet you could light your own cigarette with ya -sshole
me and shady deaded the past
so that basically resurrected my cash flow

i might rap tight as the sn-tch of a fat dyk-
though i ain’t wrapped tight
my blood type’s the ’80s, my ’90s was like the navy
you was like the bradys, you still fly kites daily

catch me in my mercedes, b-mpin’ 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
(d-mn)
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 p-n-s in your -n-s

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’ma rip this mystical slick sh-t
you don’t wanna become another victim or statistic of this sh-t
’cause after i spit the bullets
i’ma treat these sh-ll casings like a soccer ball
i’ma kick the ballistics, so get this d-ck, i’ma 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)
livin’ 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 this shovel, dig up the corpse 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 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 sh-t fit now
here, little t-t-trailer trash, take a look who’s back in t-t-town

did i s-s-stutter, mothaf-cka? f-ck them all, he shuts
the whole mothaf-ckin’ wal-mart 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-tch down
like a mothaf-ckin’ chick underwater, he tryin’ d-d-drown

shorty, when you dance, you got me captivated, just by the way
that you keep lickin’ them d-cks like lips, i’m agitated, aggravated
to the point you don’t suck my d-ck
then you’re gonna get decapitated
other words, you don’t f-ckin’ give me head, then i’m 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 p-ssed away”
on top of the affidavit
graduated from master debater slash m-ssive masturbator
to michael jackson’s activator, meanin’ i’m on fire off the top

might wanna back up 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 sh-ll casings is just like a bag of paper
drop in the lap of a tax evader, homie they spent

now make that -ss drop like a sack of potatoes, what girl
i’m the crack-a-lator
percolator to this party, be my p-n-s -j-c-l-tor later
tell you boyfriend that you just struck pay dirt
you rollin’ with a player, you won’t be exaggeratin’ when you sayin’

i’m 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)
livin’ life in the fast lane
(pedal to the metal)

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