Fast Lane

Uh, first, first, uh, I'm on till I'm on an island. My life's ridin' on the auto barn on autopilot. Before I touch dirt or kill y'all kindness, I kill ya, my natural person is much worse. You've been warned if you've been born or if you conform.

Slapper for coppin' his snatchy mod of his uniform

Leaving with his socks, hard bottoms, and bloomers on

And hangin' by his balls from the horn of a unicorn

Y'all niggas' intellect mad slow, y'all facts know

Claimin' you, bangin' you, flamin'

Bet you could light your own cigarette with your asshole

Me and Shady dead at the Paso

That basically resurrected my cash flow

I might rap tight as the snatch of a fat dyke

Though I ain't rap tight

My blood tight's the eighties, my nineties

Was like the Navy, you was like the Brady's

You still fly kites daily

Catch me in my Mercedes, pop a nice ice baby, screaming shady till I die, like I have a paradise, life's crazy, so I live it to the fullest, till I'm Swayze, and you only live it once, so I'm thinking about this nice, nice land, and wait, don't stop me now, before I get on a roll.

Let me tell you what this little dame's name is, cause she's kind of famous, and I hope that I don't sound too heinous when I say to Snicky Munoz what I want to stick my penis in your anus.

You more snick that I'm a genius, really I belong inside a dang insane asylum can to drive them trailer parts, crazy at them back and then I'm razor sharp, baby, and it's back with a capital P with an exclamation mark.

Maybe you should listen when I'm from delinquish this cause I wanna rip this mystical slick shit.

You don't wanna become one of the victim of statistic of this shit, cause after I snick the bullets I'm gonna treat these shell cakes things like a soccer ball.

I'ma kick the ballistics, so get this thing, I'ma lift this!

Living life in the fast lane

Moving at the speed of life and I can't slow down

Only got a gallon in the gas tank

But I've almost got the finish line so I can't stop now

I don't really know where I'm headed

Just enjoying the ride

Don't roll till I drop, don't ride till I die

Living life in the fast lane

Metal to the metal

Living life in the fast lane

Metal to the metal

Yeah, my whole goal is a poet's to be relaxed in orbit

At war with a bottle

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 a shovel

Dig up the quarks of Jack Kevorkin

Go back and forfeit, my beef then you can pack a fork in

I'm livin' the life of the infinite enemy down

My tenement chimney now, the semi-cerimity pile

Spin em around, enterin' in the vicinity now

I was calling him in but he threw away the candy and ate the rap

I chewed him up and spit it him out

Girl, get he up, knock it, get down

He's lookin' around, he's scrubbin' and looks like people are havin' a shit dick now

Yeah, little ch-ch-trailer trash, take a look who's back and tick to town

Look who's back and ticked the town.

To the sister's not a motherfucker, fuck them all.

He shuts the whole motherfucking Walmart.

Dicked it down every time he comes up.

And he came for the club tonight with 5-9 to hold this bitch down.

Like a motherfucking chick in the water.

He's trying to trick to drown.

Shorty, when you dance, you got me captivated.

Just by the way that you keep licking dicks like a lip's unmagitated.

Aggravated to the point you suck my dick and you're going to get decapitated.

Otherwise, you don't fucking give me heads and I'm going to have to take it.

And I'm going to have to take it, man.

I'm going to catch your case.

It's going to be fascinating.

It's going to say the whole rap game passed away.

On top of the affidavit

Graduated from master debater

Slash massive masturbator

The Michael Jackson's activator

Meaning I'm on fire

Off the top

Might wanna back on a beta

Roll it over here

Pop in a verbal tractor trailer

Homie, they sick

You can normally ask a hater

Don't make sense

These shell cases

It's just like a bag of paper

Dropped in the lap of a tax evader

Homie, they spent

And I make that ass drop

Like a sack of potatoes

Put grub on the cracker later

Pregulator in this party

Be my penis ejaculator later

Tell your boyfriend

That you just dropped later

Too rolling with a player

You won't be exaggerating

When you say you're living

Life in the fast lane, moving 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, but I'm enjoying the ride.

I'm going to go till I drop and ride till I die.

Life in the fast lane, middle to the middle.

Life in the fast lane, middle to the middle.