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eminem - fast lane lyrics

“fast lane”
(with royce da 5’9″)

[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 conform
slap up a cop and then sn-tch him out of his uniform
leave him with his socks, hard bottoms and bloomers on
and hang him 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 witcha -sshole
me and shady deaded the past, so that basically resurrected my cashflow
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!

[eminem:]
catch me in my mercedes
b-mpin’ “ice, ice baby, ” screamin’ shady ’til i die
like i have 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 (darnish)
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, what i want is 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’m gonna 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’m a treat these sh-ll casings like a soccer ball
i’m a kick the ballistics! so get this d-ck, i’m a live this

[hook:]
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
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)

[royce da 5’9″:]
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 corpes of jack kevorkian”
go ‘back and forth in more beef than 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

[eminem:]
now, was called eminem, but he threw away the candy and ate the rapper
chewed him up (pt!) 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-st-stutter, motherf-cker? f-ck them all,
he shuts the whole motherf-ckin’ walmart d-d-down every time he comes a-r-r-round
and he came to the club tonight with’ 5’9â€³ to hold this b-tch down
like a motherf-ckin’ chick underwater, she tryna d-dr-drown
shawty, when you dance, you got me captivated
just by the way that you keep lickin’ them d-ck suckin’ 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

[royce:]
and then after takin’ that, i’m a catch a case, it’s gon’ be fascinatin’
it’s gon’ say “the whole rap game p-ssed away” on top of the affadavit
graduated from master debater slash m-ssive masturbator
to michael jackson’ activator (woo!)
meanin’ i’m on fire off the top, might wanna back up the data
runnin’ over hip-hop in a verbal tractor-trailer
homie, they 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)

[eminem:]
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 later
tell your boyfriend that you just struck paydirt
you rollin’ be a player, you won’t be exaggeratin’ when you sayin’

[hook:]
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

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