Bad Meets Evil - Fast Lane

Uh, first verse, uh, I’m armed ’til I’m on a island
My life’s ridin’ on the Autobahn on autopilot
Before I touch dirt, I’ll kill y'all with kindness
I kill ya, my natural persona’s much worse

You’ve been warned if you’ve been born or if you conform
Slap up a cop and then snatch 'em out of his uniform
Leave him wit’ his socks, hard bottoms and bloomers on
And hang him by his balls from the horn of a unicorn
Y’all niggas’s intellect's mad slow, y’all fags know
Claimin’ you bangin’, you flamin’

Bet you could light your own cigarette witcha 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 Bradys
You still fly kites da



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, 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 solitairy insane asylum, cleanin’, try 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’m’onna 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



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 wit’ a bottle, this 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 this shovel, dig up the corpes, 'Jack Kevorkian'
Go ‘back and forth in more beef that you can pack a fork in

I’m livin’ the life of the infinite enemy down
My tenement, too many now, to send my serenity powers
Spin ‘em around, enterin’ in the vicinity



Now, was called Eminem, but he threw away the candy and ate the rapper
Chewed him up (Pt!) 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

Here, little t-t-trailer trash, take a look who’s back in t-t-town
Did I s-st-stutter, motherfucker? Fuck them all, he shuts
A whole motherfuckin’ Walmart d-d-down every time he comes a-r-r-round

And he came to the club tonight wit’ 5’9; to hold this bitch down

Like a motherf-ckin’ chick underwater, he tryna d-dr-drown
Shorty, when you dance, you got me captivated
Just by the way that you keep lickin’ them dicks like 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’m 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 affadavit

Graduated from master debater slash massive masturbator
To Michael Jackson’ activator (Woo!)
Meanin’ I’m on fire off the top, might wanna back up the data
Hip hop in the verbal track and trailer
Homie, this sick, you can 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)



Now make that ass drop like a sack of potatoes
What, girl, I’m the crack-a-lator
Brung ya lay to this party, be my penis ejaculator later
Tell you boyfriend that you just struck paydirt
You rollin’ wit’ a player, you won’t be exaggeratin’ when you sayin’