Fast Lane Fury Ringtones

Uh, first verse, uh, I'm armed 'til I'm on an island My life's ridin' on the Autobahn on autopilot Before I touch dirt, I'll kill y'all with kindness I kill ya, my natural persona's much worse You've been warned if you've been born or if you conformed Slap up a cop and then snatch him out of his uniform Leave him with 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 with ya 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 (Danish) 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' Came to drive 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 when I rip this mystical slick shit You don't wanna become another victim, a 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) 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 with a bottle, as 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 chimney now, the semi's the remedy, pow Spin him around, enterin' in the vicinity Now, was called M&M 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-s-stutter, motherfucker? Fuck them all, he shuts The whole motherfuckin' Walmart d-d-down Every time he comes a-r-r-round And he came to the club tonight with 5'9 to hold this bitch down Like a mothafuckin' chick underwater, he tryin' d-d-drown Shorty, when you dance, you got me captivated, just by the way That you keep lickin' them dick-suckin' 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 affidavit Graduated from master debater, slash massive masturbator To Michael Jackson's activator, meanin' I'm on fire off the top Might wanna back up data, runnin' over hip hop In a verbal tractor trailer Homie, they're sick, you could 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 you boyfriend that you just struck pay dirt You rollin' with a player, you won't be exaggeratin' when you sayin' 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) Livin' life in the fast lane (Pedal to the metal) Pedal to the metal Pedal to the metal