Eminem & Royce Da 5'9 Ft. Lyrical Eye - Fast Lane (Remix) | Текст песни

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• Eminem & Royce Da 5'9 Ft. Lyrical Eye
• Fast Lane (Remix)

[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

[Eminem]
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, motherf-cker? F-ck them all, he’s just
A whole motherfuckin’ Walmart d-d-down every time 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
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’m have to take it

[Royce]
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)

[Eminem]
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’

[Hook]
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)