Hey man you know I'm really okay
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 (Yeah!)
When i go driving i stay in my line
But getting cut off makes me insane
I open the glove box
Reach inside
I'm gonna wreck this fucker's ride
I guess 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!)
yeiyeeeah (yeah!,yeah!)
yeiyeeeah ooooohhh......! oh,oh,oh,oh
Well they say he road's a dangerous place
If you flip me off I'm the danger you'll face
You drive on my ass
Your foot on the gas
And your next breath is your last
I guess 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!)
yeiyeeeah (yeah!,yeah!)
yeiyeeeah ooooohhh...!
Drivers are rude
Such attitudes
When I show my piece
Complaints cease
Something's odd
I feel like I'm God
You stupid dumbshit goddam motherfucker
Ooooohhh.....!
Taken from AlbumSongAndLyrics.com
I open the glove box
Reach inside
I'm gonna wreck this fucker's ride
I guess 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!)
yeiyeeeah (yeah!,yeah!)
yeiyeeeah (yeah!,yeah!)
yeiyeeeah (yeah!,yeah!)
yeiyeeeah ooooohhh......!