Royce Da 5'9" - Fast Lane lyrics

[Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9"] 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** y'all with kindness I k** 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 n***as' intellect mad slow, y'all f*gs know Claiming you bangin', you flaming Bet you could light your own cigarette with your a**hole 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 80's, my 90's was like the Navy You was like the Brady's, you still fly kites daily [Verse 2: Eminem] Catch me in my Mercedes, bumping "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 an*s 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 sh** You don't wanna become another victim, a statistic of this sh** ‘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… [Hook: Sly] 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 enjoying 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: Royce Da 5'9"] 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 a shovel Dig up the corpse of Jack Kevorkian." Go back and forth and, more beef that 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, entering in the vicinity [Verse 4: Eminem] 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 looking around this club And it looks like people are having a sh**-fit now Yeah, little t-t-trailer trash, take a look who's back in t-t-town Did I s-s-stutter, motherf**er? f** the mall, he shuts the whole motherf**ing 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**h down, like a motherf**ing chick underwater he's tryin' to d-d-drown Shorty, when you dance, you got me captivated, just by the way that you keep licking them dick-s**ing lips, I'm agitated Aggravated to the point you don't s** my dick Then you're gonna get decapitated Other words, you don't f**ing give me head Then I'm have to take it [Verse 5: Royce da 5'9"] And then after taking that I'ma catch a case it's gon' be fascinating It's gon' say the whole rap game pa**ed away on top of the affidavit Graduated from master debater, slash ma**ive masturbator To Michael Jackson's activator -- Meaning 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? These shell casings is just like a bag of paper Drop in the lap of a tax evader, homie, they spent [Verse 6: Eminem] Now make that a** 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 exaggerating when you say you're livin'… [Hook: Sly] 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 enjoying 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)