Dra-

ma

makes

the

world

go

a-

round

Does

a-

ny-

bo-

dy

got

a

prob-

lem

with

that?

My

busi-

ness

is

my

busi-

ness

Who's

guil-

ty?

Can

I

get

a

wit-

ness?

First

things

first

The

Choco-

late

Star-

fish

is

my

man

Fred

Durst

Ac-

cess

Hol-

ly-

wood

li-

cense

to

kill

A

red-

neck

fu-

cker

from

Jack-

son-

ville

Ban-

gin'

on

the

dump-

ster

funk

My

mic-

ro-

phone

ma-

che-

te's

in

the

back

of

my

trunk

Ro-

cker's

who's

stea-

dy

with

the

He

says,

she

says

And

don't

for-

get

a-

bout

the

star-

fish

na-

vi-

ga-

tion

sys-

tem

Don't

hate

me

I'm

just

an

a-

li-

en

With

thir-

ty

se-

ven

tons

of

new

mil-

len-

ni-

um

Dumb

did-

die

dumb

Where's

it

co-

ming

from?

Mis-

ses

A-

gui-

le-

ra,

come

and

get

some

Oh

know,

which

way

to

go

To

the

dance

floor

It's

on

my

ste-

re-

o

Pay

me

no

mind

I

seen

The

Fight

Club

A-

bout

twen-

ty

eight

times

And

I'm

'a

keep

my

pants

sag-

gy

Keep

a

skate-

board

A

spray

can,

for

the

tag-

gin'

And

I'm-

'a

keep

a

lot

of

girls

in

my

band

wa-

gon

Cause

I

don't

give

a

fuck

Li-

vin'

life

in

the

fast

lane

I'm

just

a

cra-

zy

mo-

ther-

fuc-

ker

Li-

vin'

it

up

Not

giv-

ing

a

fuck

Li-

vin'

life

in

the

fast

lane

A-

no-

ther

cra-

zy

mo-

ther-

fuc-

ker

Li-

vin'

it

up

Not

giv-

ing

a

fuck

In

the

fast

lane

Take

two

Now

who's

the

star

suc-

ker?

I'm

the

Star-

fish

You

sil-

ly

mo-

ther-

fuc-

ker

Puff

puff

Give

the

ma-

ri-

jua-

na

cig

Oops

I

don't

e-

ven

smoke

But

I

love

the

way

it

smells

Here's

a

toast

to

the

fe-

males

Sip-

pin'

lung

cham-

pagne

from

a

sea-

shell

I

think

I

coun-

ter-

feit

And

pop

his

ass

like

a

zit

With

the

star-

fish

na-

vi-

ga-

tion

sys-

tem

I'm

no

cheap

thrills

ba-

by

Fill

the

brief-

case

with

three

dol-

lar

bills

I'm

just

an

or-

di-

na-

ry

run

of

the

mill

fel-

la

Spit-

tin

out

hel-

la

mic

skillz

And

I'm

'a

keep

my

pants

sag-

gy

Keep

a

skate-

board

A

spray

can,

for

the

tag-

gin'

And

I'm-

'a

keep

a

lot

of

girls

in

my

band

wa-

gon

Cause

I

don't

give

a

fuck

Li-

vin'

life

in

the

fast

lane

I'm

just

a

cra-

zy

mo-

ther-

fuc-

ker

Li-

vin'

it

up

Not

giv-

ing

a

fuck

Li-

vin'

life

in

the

fast

lane

A-

no-

ther

cra-

zy

mo-

ther-

fuc-

ker

Li-

vin'

it

up

Not

giv-

ing

a

fuck

In

the

fast

lane

'Cause

it's

so

ea

-

sy

To

tell

a

lie

And

it's

so

ea

-

sy

to

run

and

hide

But

it's

not

ea

-

sy

to

be

a-

live

So

don't

be

was-

ting

None

on

my

time

This

world

is

like

a

cage

And

I

don't

think

it's

fair

And

I

don't

e-

ven

think

That

a-

ny-

bo-

dy

cares

It-

'll

leave

a

hole

down

the

side

of

me

And

it-

'll

leave

a

scar

Can

a-

ny-

bo-

dy

see?

That

we

got-

ta

get

it

out

We

got-

ta

get

it

out

We

got-

ta

get

it

out

And

I'm

'a

get

it

out

With

the

mo-

ther-

fuc-

ken

mi-

cro-

phone

Plug-

ging

in

my

soul

I'm

a

re-

ne-

gade

ri-

ot

gett-

ing

out

of

con-

trol

I'm

'a

keep

it

a-

live

And

con-

tin-

ue

to

be

Fly-

ing

like

an

eag-

le

To

my

des-

ti-

ny

So

can

you

feel

me?

Can

you

feel

me?

Can

you

feel

me?

If

you

feel

mo-

ther-

fuc-

ker

did

you'll

say

Did

you'll

say

Did

you'll

say

Hell

yeah,

I'm li-

vin'

life

in

the

fast

lane

'Cause

it's

so

ea

-

sy

To

tell

a

lie

And

it's

so

ea

-

sy

to

run

and

hide

But

it's

not

ea

-

sy

to

be

a-

live

So

don't

be

was-

ting

None

on

my

time

I'm

just

a

cra-

zy

mo-

ther-

fuc-

ker

Li-

vin'

it

up

Not

giv-

ing

a

fuck

Li-

vin'

life

in

the

fast

lane

A-

no-

ther

cra-

zy

mo-

ther-

fuc-

ker

Li-

vin'

it

up

Not

giv-

ing

a

fuck

In

the

fast

lane