Artist: Bad Meets Evil f/ Sly Jordan Album: Hell: The Sequel Song: Fast Lane Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Royce Da 5'9"] Uhh, first verse uh, I'm armed 'til I'm on an island My life's ridin on the Autobahn on auto-pilot 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 been borned or if you conformed 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 niggaz 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 cash flow 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 [Eminem] 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 don't 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 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 [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) Livin life in the fast lane (pedal to the metal) [Royce Da 5'9"] Uhh, 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" 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 chimney now The semi's the remedy pow, spin him around, enterin in the vicinity [Eminem] Now - he's called Eminem but he threw away the candy and ate the rapper Chewed him up {*ptu*} and spitted him out; girl giddy up and 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! [Royce Da 5'9"] 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 the data Rollin over hip-hop in a verbal tractor trailer Homie they sick, you could normally ask a hater Don't it make sense that these shell cases is just like a bag of paper dropped in the lap of a tax evader - homie they spent [Eminem] Now make that ass DROP like a sack of potatoes, what girl I'm the crackalator Percolator of this party, be my penis ejaculator later Tell ya boyfriend that you just struck paydirt You're rollin with a player, you won't be exaggeratin when you say you're livin [Chorus] [Outro: Sly Jordan] Pedal to the metal Pedal to the metal {*echoes*}