Waptrick Bad Meets Evil - Fast Lane Letras de músicas

  • [Royce Da 5'9"]

    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 with 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 'em outta 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 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 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)


    [Royce Da 5'9"]

    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

    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’


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