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jaydee x kayone – fast lane lyrics

[verse 1: jaydee]
uh, first verse, uh, i’m armed ’til i’m on an island
my life’s ridin’ on the autobahn on autopilot
before i touch dirt, or k!ll y’all with kindness
i k!ll 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 sn-tch him outta 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-ggas’ intellect mad slow, y’all f-gs know
claimin’ you bangin’, you flamin’
bet you could light your own cigarette with your -ssh0l-
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 brady’s
you still fly kites daily

[verse 2: kayone]
catch me in my mercedes, bumpin’ “ice ice baby”
screaming, “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, 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 p-n-s in your -n-s
you morons think that i’m a g*nius
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 sl!ck sh-t
you don’t wanna become another victim, a 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—

[chorus: sly jordan]
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)
i’m livin’ life in the fast lane (pedal to the metal)

[verse 3: jaydee]
uh, yeah, my whole goal as a poet’s to be relaxed in orbit
at war with a bottle as captain morgan attacks my organs (c’mon)
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” (c’mon)
go back and forth and, more beef than you can pack a fork in
i’m livin’ the life of the infinite enemy, down
my tenement chimney now, the semi’s the remedy, pow
spin him around, enterin’ in the vicinity—

[verse 4: kayone]
now, was called m&m
but he threw away the candy and ate the rapper
chewed him up (-ptt-), 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
yeah, little tr-tr-trailer trash, take a look who’s back in t-t-town
did i st-st-stutter, motherf-cker?
f-ck the mall, 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 5’9″ to hold this b-tch down
like a motherf-ckin’ chick underwater he’s tryin’ to dr-dr-drown
shorty, when you dance, you got me captivated
just by the way that you keep l!ckin’ 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’ma have to take it

[verse 5: jaydee]
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 m-st-rbator
to michael jackson’s activator (woo)
meanin’ i’m on fire, off the top, might wanna back up data
rollin’ over hip-hop in a verbal tractor trailer
homie, they’re sick, you could normally ask a hater
don’t it make sense?
that these sh-ll casings is just like a bag of paper
dropped in the lap of a tax evader, homie, they spent

[verse 6: kayone]
now make that -ss drop like a sack of potatoes
what, girl? i’m the crack-a-lator
percolator of this party, be my p-n-s ej-cul-tor later
tell your boyfriend that you just struck paydirt
you’re rollin’ with a player
you won’t be exaggeratin’ when you say you’re livin’

[outro]
pedal to the metal
pedal to the metal

- jaydee x kayone lyrics

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