Hey man, you know I'm really OK The gun in my hand will tell you the same But when I'm in my car, don't 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; it makes me insane
Open the glove box, Reach inside, Gonna wreck this fucker's ride, 'Cause I got a bad habit Of blowin' away, Yeah, Yeah I got a bad habit, Yeah, Yeah And it 'ain’t goin' away, Yeah, Yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Ohh Ohh Ooh ohh
Left side the road's a dangerous place If you flip me off I'll get in your face You drive on my ass, Your foot's on the gas, And your next breath is your last
'Cause I got a bad habit Of blowin' away, Yeah, Yeah I got a bad habit, Yeah, Yeah And it 'aint goin' away, Yeah, Yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Ohh
Drivers are rude, Such attitudes, But when I show my piece, Complaints cease, something's odd, I feel like I'm God, You stupid dumb-shit god-damn motherfucker!
I open the glove box, Reach inside, Gonna wreck this fucker's ride, 'Cause I got a bad habit, Of blowin' away, Yeah, Yeah I got a bad habit, Yeah, Yeah And it 'aint goin' away, Yeah, Yeah Ohh Ohh Ooh ohh