Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fast Lane, artist - Bad Meets Evil. Date of issue: 31.12.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Fast Lane |
| 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 kill y'all with kindness |
| I kill 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 snatch him 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' intellect mad slow, y'all fags know |
| Claimin' you bangin', you flamin' |
| Bet you could light your own cigarette with your 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 80s |
| My 90s was like the Navy, you was like the Brady's |
| You still fly kites daily |
| 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 penis in your anus |
| You morons think that I'm a genius |
| 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 slick shit |
| You don't wanna become another victim, a 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— |
| 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) |
| 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— |
| 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 shit-fit now |
| Yeah, little tr-tr-trailer trash, take a look who's back in t-t-town |
| Did I st-st-stutter, motherfucker? |
| Fuck the mall, he shuts the whole motherfuckin' 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 motherfuckin' chick underwater he's tryin' to dr-dr-drown |
| Shorty, when you dance, you got me captivated |
| Just by the way that you keep lickin' them dick-suckin' 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'ma 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 passed away |
| On top of the affidavit |
| Graduated from master debater, slash massive masturbator |
| 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 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 of this party, be my penis ejaculator 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' |
| 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) |
| Pedal to the metal |
| Pedal to the metal |