[Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9"]

Uh, first verse, uh, I'm on 'til I'm on an island

My life's ridin' on the autobahn on autopilot

Before I touch dirt or kill y'all with kindness

I kill ya, my natural persona's much worse

You've been warned if you've been borned 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 your 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 Brady's

You still fly kites daily

[Verse 2: Eminem]

Catch me in my Mercedes, bumpin' "Ice Ice Baby"

Screaming, "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 thinking '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

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 I wanna 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—

[Chorus: Sly Jordan]

I'm livin' life in the fast lane (Ayy)

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

Only got a gallon in the gas tank (Oh)

But I'm almost at the finish line, so I can't stop now (Yeah)

I don't really know where I'm headed, just enjoyin' the ride (Yeah)

Just gon' roll 'til I drop and ride 'til I die (Ah-hah)

I'm livin' life in the fast lane (Pedal to the metal)

I'm livin' life in the fast lane (Pedal to the metal)

[Verse 3: Royce Da 5'9" & Eminem]

Uh, yeah, my whole goal as a poet's to be relaxed in orbit

At war with a bottle as Captain Morgan attacks my organs (C'mon)

My slow flow is euphoric, it's like I rap endorphins (Woo)

I made a pact with the devil that says

"I'll let you take me, you let me take a shovel

Dig up the corpse of Jack Kevorkian" (C'mon)

Go back and forthin', more beef than 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

[Verse 4: Eminem]

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

Yeah, little tr-tr-trailer trash, take a look who's back in t-t-town

Did I st-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 with 5'9" to hold this bitch down

Like a motherfuckin' chick underwater he's tryin' to dr-dr-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'ma have to take it

[Verse 5: Royce Da 5'9" & Eminem]

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 (Woo)

Meanin' I'm on fire off the top, might wanna back up data

Rollin' over hip-hop in a verbal tractor trailer

Homie, they sick, you could normally ask a hater

Don't it make sense?

That these shell casings is just like a bag of paper

Dropped in the lap of a tax evader, homie, they spent

[Verse 6: Eminem]

Now make that ass drop like a sack of potatoes (What?)

Girl, I'm the crack-a-lator, percolator of this party

Be my penis ejaculator later

Tell your boyfriend that you just struck paydirt

You rollin' with a player

You won't be exaggeratin' when you say you're livin'

[Chorus: Sly Jordan]

I'm livin' life in the fast lane (Ayy)

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

Only got a gallon in the gas tank (Oh)

But I'm almost at the finish line, so I can't stop now (Yeah)

I don't really know where I'm headed, just enjoyin' the ride (Yeah)

Just gon' roll 'til I drop and ride 'til I die (Ah-ah)

I'm livin' life in the fast lane (Pedal to the metal)

I'm livin' life in the fast lane (Pedal to the metal)

[Outro: Sly Jordan]

Ayy

Oh

Yeah

Ayy

Pedal to the metal

Pedal to the metal