Fast Lane
[Royce Da 5'9"]Uh, first verse, uh, I’m armed ’til I’m on a islandMy life’s ridin’ on the Autobahn on autopilotBefore I touch dirt, I’ll kill y'all with kindnessI kill ya, my natural persona’s much worseYou’ve been warned if you’ve been born or if you conformSlap up a cop and then snatch 'em out of his uniformLeave him wit’ his socks, hard bottoms and bloomers onAnd hang him by his balls from the horn of a unicornY’all niggas’s intellect's mad slow, y’all fags knowClaimin’ you bangin’, you flamin’Bet you could light your own cigarette witcha assholeMe and Shady deaded the past, so that basically resurrected my cashflowI might rap tight as the snatch of a fat dykeThough I ain’t wrapped tight, my blood type’s the ’80s!My ’90s was like the Navy, you was like the BradysYou still fly kites daily!
[Eminem]Catch me in my MercedesBumpin’ “Ice, Ice Baby,” screamin’ Shady ’til I dieLike a half a pair of dice, life’s crazySo I live it to the fullest ’til I’m SwayzeAnd you only live it once, so I’m thinkin’ ’bout this nice, nice ladyWait, 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 famousAnd I hope that I don’t sound too heinous when I say thisNicki Minaj, but I wanna stick my penis in your anus!You morons think that I’m a geniusReally I belong inside a solitairy insane asylum, cleanin’, try them trailer parksCrazy, I am back, and I am razor-sharp, babyAnd that’s back with a capital B with an exclamation mark, maybeYou should listen when I flip the linguistics‘Cause I’m’onna rip this mystical slick shitYou 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 ballI’ma kick the ballistics! So get this dick, I’ma live this
(Hook)Livin’ life in the fast laneMovin’ at the speed of life and I can’t slow downOnly got a gallon in the gas tankBut I’m almost at the finish line, so I can’t stop nowI don’t really know where I’m headed, just enjoyin’ the rideJust gon’ roll ’til I drop and ride ’til I dieI’m livin’ life in the fast lane (Pedal to the metal)I’m livin’ life in the fast lane (Pedal to the metal)Royce
[Royce Da 5'9"]Uh, yeah,My whole goal as a poet’s to be relaxed in orbitAt war wit’ a bottle, this Captain Morgan attacks my organsMy slow flow is euphoric, it’s like I rap endorphinsI made a pact with the Devil that says “I’ll let you take me"You let me take this shovel, dig up the corpes, 'Jack Kevorkian'Go ‘back and forth in more beef that you can pack a fork inI’m livin’ the life of the infinite enemy downMy tenement, too many now, to send my serenity powersSpin ‘em around, enterin’ in the vicinity
[Eminem]Now, was called Eminem, but he threw away the candy and ate the rapperChewed him up (Pt!) and spitted him out, girl, giddy-up, now get, get downHe’s lookin’ around this club and it looks like people are havin’ a shit fit nowHere, little t-t-trailer trash, take a look who’s back in t-t-townDid I s-st-stutter, motherfucker? Fuck them all, he shutsA whole motherfuckin’ Walmart d-d-down every time he comes a-r-r-roundAnd he came to the club tonight wit’ 5’9″ to hold this bitch downLike a motherf-ckin’ chick underwater, he tryna d-dr-drownShorty, when you dance, you got me captivatedJust by the way that you keep lickin’ them dicks like lips, I’m agitated, aggravatedTo the point you don’t suck my dick, then you’re gonna get decapitatedOther words, you don’t fuckin’ give me head, then I’m have to take it
[Royce]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 affadavitGraduated from master debater slash massive masturbatorTo Michael Jackson’ activator (Woo!)Meanin’ I’m on fire off the top, might wanna back up the dataHip hop in the verbal track and trailerHomie, this sick, you can normally ask a haterDon’t it make sense, these shell casings is just like a bag of paperDrop in the lap of a tax evader (Homie, they spent)
[Eminem]Now make that ass drop like a sack of potatoesWhat, girl, I’m the crack-a-latorBrung ya lay to this party, be my penis ejaculator laterTell you boyfriend that you just struck paydirtYou rollin’ wit’ a player, you won’t be exaggeratin’ when you sayin’