H3 - Fast Lane текст песни

First verse, uh, I'm on 'til I'm on a island

My life's ridin' on the Autobahn on autopilot

Before I touch dirt, I'll kill you all wit' kindness

I kill ya, my natural persona's much worse

You've been warned if you've been born or if you can form

Slap up a cop and then snatch 'im 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' intellect 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 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 Bradys

You still fly kites daily!

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 (Damn)

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, cleanin', try them trailer parks

Crazy, I am back, and I am razor-sharp, baby

And that's back wit' a capital B wit' 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

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)

Yeah

My whole goal as a poet's to be relaxed in orbit

At war wit' a bottle, this Captain Morgan attacks my organs (C'mon)

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 this shovel,

Dig up the corspes, Jack Kevorkian" (C'mon)

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's shuts the 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 motherfuckin' chick underwater, he's tryna d-dr-drown

Shawty, when you dance, you got me captivated

Just by the way that you keep lickin' 'em

Dicks like her 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

Runnin' over hip-hop in a verbal tractor-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

Percolator to this party, be my penis ejaculator later

Tell ya boyfriend that you just struck paydirt

You rollin' wit' a player, you won't be exaggeratin' when you sayin'