Fast Lane Lyrics - Hell: The Sequel - Bad Meets Evil

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 

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' 

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)