Paroles Fast lane (feat. royce da 5'9') de Eminem

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Fast lane (feat. royce da 5'9')

First verse, I'm armed till I'm on a ally
My life's ridin' on a autobahn on autopilot
Before I touch dirt, I'll kill you all I'm honest(?)
I kill ya
My natural persona's much worse
You've been gone(?) or if you've been born, or if you can form
Slap up a cop and then snatch him out of his uniform
Leave him with his socks, hard bottoms and bloomers on
And hangin' by his balls from the horn of a unicorn
Ya'll nìgga's in the (no idea what he says here)
Ya'll fags know
Claimin' you bangin'? You flamin'
Bet you can light your own cigarette with your asshole
Me and Shady deaded the past so that basically resurrected my cash flow
I might (my mic?) rap tight as the tight snatch of a fat dyke
'fore I aint rap tight my blood types to AD's
My 90's was like the navy's you was like the Brady's
You still fly kites daily
Catch me in my Mercedes
Bumpin' Ice-Ice Baby screamin' "Shady!" 'till I die
Like I have a pair of dice/paradise life's crazy
So I live it to the fullest till' I'm swazy, and you only live it once
So I'm thinkin' 'bout this nice nice lady
Wait don't stop me now 'fore I get on a roll
Let me tell you what this pretty little dames name is cause she's kinda famous
And I hope that I don't sound too heinous when I say this Niki Minaj
But I wanna stick my penis in your anus
You must think that I'm a genius, really I belong inside a dang insane asylum
K, now try them trailer parks, crazy I am back and I am razor sharp, baby
And that's "Back" with a capital B and an exclamation mark
Maybe you should listen when I put the linguistics's
Cause I wanna rip this mystical sick shit
You don't wanna become another victim or statistic of this shit
Cause after I spit the bullets I'm gonna treat the shell casings like a soccer ball
I'mma kick the ballistics, so get this dick I'm a live it's

I'm livin' life in the fast lane
Movin' at the speed of lights 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 gonna roll 'till I drop and ride 'till I die
Livin' life in the fast lane (peddle to the metal)
Livin' life in the fast lane (peddle 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
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 corpse of 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, he was called Eminem, 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 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 the mall, he 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' 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'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 affadavit
Graduated from master debater slash massive masturbator
To Michael Jackson's activator (Woo!)
Meanin' I'm on fire off the top, might wanna back up 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
Dropped 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 you boyfriend that you just struck paydirt
You rollin' wit' a player, you won't be exaggeratin' when you sayin' you're

I'm livin' life in the fast lane
Movin' at the speed of lights 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 gonna roll 'till I drop and ride 'till I die
Livin' life in the fast lane (peddle to the metal)
Livin' life in the fast lane (peddle to the metal)

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I'm livin' life in the fast lane
 Movin' at the speed of lights 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 gonna roll 'till I drop and ride 'till I die
 Livin' life in the fast lane (peddle to the metal)
 Livin' life in the fast lane (peddle 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
 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 corpse of 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, he was called Eminem, 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 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 the mall, he 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' 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'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 affadavit
 Graduated from master debater slash massive masturbator
 To Michael Jackson's activator (Woo!)
 Meanin' I'm on fire off the top, might wanna back up 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
 Dropped 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 you boyfriend that you just struck paydirt
 You rollin' wit' a player, you won't be exaggeratin' when you sayin' you're