Dedicated to you, Ben Stiller. You are my favorite mother***er. I told you. Drama makes the world go around. Does anybody got a problem with that? Yeah, my business is my business. Who's guilty? Can I get a witness? First things first, the chocolate starfish is my man Fred Durst. Access Hollywood license to kill a redneck ***er from Jacksonville. Bringin' on the ***pster funk. A microphone machete's in the back of my trunk. Rock is so steady with the he says, she says. And don't forget about the starfish navigation system. Don't hate me, I'm just an alien with 37 tons of new millennium. *** diddy ***, where's it comin' from? Mrs. Aguilera, come and get some. Don't know which way to go to the dance floor. It's still a stereo, pay me no mind. I've seen the Fight Club about 28 times. And I'm a geek, my pants saggin'. Keep a skateboard, a spray can for the taggin'. And I'm a keep a lot of girls in my bin wagon. Cause I don't give a ***, livin' life in the fast lane. I'm just a crazy mother***er, livin' it up, not givin' a ***. Livin' life in the fast lane. Another crazy mother***er, livin' it up, not givin' a ***. In the fast lane. Take two, now who's the star sucker? I'm the starfish, you silly mother***er. Puff, give the marijuana a sip. Oops, I don't even smoke, but I love the way it smells. Here's a toast to the females, and fill em' champagne from a seashell. I think I kinda fit, and pop his ass like a zit, with the starfish navigation system. No cheap thrills, baby, fill the briefcase with three dollar bills. I'm just an ordinary run of the mill fella, spittin' out hella mic skills. And I'm a keep my pants saggin', keep a skateboard, a spray can for the taggin'. And I'm a keep a lot of girls on my bandwagon, cause I don't give a ***. Livin' life in the fast lane. I'm just a crazy mother***er, livin' it up, not givin' a ***. Livin' life in the fast lane. Another crazy mother***er, livin' it up, not givin' a ***. In the fast lane. Cause it's so easy, to tell a lie. And it's so easy, to run and hide. But it's not easy, to be alive. So don't be wasting none of my time. In the fast lane. This world is like a cage, and I don't think it's fair. And I don't even think, that anybody cares. It'll eat a hole, down the side of me. And it'll leave a scar, can anybody see? That we gotta get it out. We gotta get it out. Cause I'ma get it out, with a mother***in' microphone. Pluggin' in my soul, I'ma renegade. Why you gettin' out of control? I'ma keep it alive, and continue to be. Flyin' like an eagle to my destiny. So can you feel me? Hell yeah. Can you feel me? Hell yeah. Can you feel me? Hell yeah. If you feel me, mother***er, then you'll say. Hell yeah. Then you'll say. Hell yeah. Then you'll say. Hell yeah, I'm livin' life in the fast lane. Cause it's so easy, to tell a lie. And it's so easy, to run and hide. But it's not easy, to be alive. So don't be wastin' none of my time. Yeah, bring it on. I'm just a crazy mother***er. Livin' it up, not givin' a ***. Livin' life in the fast lane. I'm just a crazy mother***er. Livin' it up, not givin' a ***. Livin' life in the fast lane.