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 just might snap When I go driving I stay in my lane But getting cut off- it makes me insane Open up the glove box Reach inside I'm gonna wreck this fuckers 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 Well they say 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 Ohh ohh ooh 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 Open up the glove box Reach inside I'm gonna wreck this fuckers 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
