Hey man you know Im really okay The gun in my hand will tell yo uthe same But when Im in my car Dont give me no crap Cause the slightest thing and I just might snap
When I go driving I stay in my lane But getting cut off makes me insane I open the glove box Reach inside I gonna wreck this fuckers ride
Chorus I guess I got a bad habit Of blowin away Yeah I got a bad habit And it aint goin away Yeah
Well they say the roads a dangerous place If you flip me off Im the danger youll face You drive on my ass Your fots on the gas And your next breath is your last
Drivers are rude Such attitudes But when I show my piece Complaints cease Somethings odd I feel like Im god You stupid dumbshit goddam motherfucker
I open the glove box Reach inside Im gonna wreck this fuckers ride