Fast Lane Songtext
von Bad Meets Evil

Uh, first verse, uh, I′m on '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 borne 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 - from the horn of a unicorn

Y'all - intellect mad slow, y′all - know
Claimin' you bangin′, you flamin'
Bet you could light your own cigarette with your -
Me and Shady deaded the past, so
That basically resurrected my cashflow
I might rap tight as the - of a fat -
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 kind of famous
And I hope that I don′t sound too heinous when I say this

It's Nicki Minaj, but I wanna stick my - in your -
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 I wanna rip this mystical slick -

You don′t wanna become another victim, a statistic of this -
′Cause after I spit the bullets, I'ma treat these shell casings like a soccer ball
I′ma kick the ballistics, so get this -
I'ma live this -


Life in the fast lane (aye)
Movin′ at the speed of life and I can't slow down
Only got a gallon in the gas tank (oh)
But I′m almost at the finish line, so I can't stop now (yeah)
I don't really know where I′m headed (no) just enjoyin′ the ride (yeah)
Just gon' roll ′til I drop (oh) and ride 'til I die (ah-hah)
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 (come on)
My slow flow is euphoric, it′s like I rap endorphins (woo)
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" (come on)
Go back and forthin', 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 and 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 lookin' around this club
And it looks like people are havin' a -fit now
Yeah, little tr-tr-trailer trash, take a look, who′s back in t-t-town?
Did I st-st-stutter, -?
-, the mall, he shuts the whole - Walmart
D-d-down every time he comes a-r-r-round

When he came to the club tonight with five - nine to hold this - down
Like a - 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, - suckin' lips
I′m agitated, aggravated to the point you don't - my -
Then you′re gonna get decapitated
Other words, you don't - 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 -
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 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 - drop like a sack of potatoes (what?)
Girl, I'm the crack-a-lator, percolator of this party
Be my - ejaculator later
Tell your boyfriend that you just struck paydirt
You rollin′ with a player
You won't be exaggeratin′ when you say you're livin′

Livin' life in the fast lane (aye)
Movin' at the speed of life and I can′t slow down
Only got a gallon in the gas tank (oh)
But I′m almost at the finish line, so I can't stop now (yeah)
I don′t really know where I'm headed (no), just enjoyin′ the ride (yeah)
Just gon' roll ′til I drop (oh) and ride 'til I die (ah-ah)
I'm livin′ life in the fast lane (ledal to the metal)
I′m livin' life in the fast lane (pedal to the metal)

(Hey)
(Woo, yeah)
(Hey)
(Aha)
Pedal to the metal
Pedal to the metal