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
When I go driving, I stay in my lane
But getting cut off, that makes me insane
Open the glove box, reach inside
Gonna wreck this fucker's ride
Guess I got a bad habit
Of blowin' away (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, I got a bad habit (yeah, yeah)
And it ain't goin' away (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeaheaheah (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeaheaheah, oooh
They say the road's a dangerous place
If you flip me off, I'll tell you in your face
You drive on my ass, your foot's on the gas
And your next breath is your last
Guess I got a bad habit
Of blowin' away (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, I got a bad habit (yeah, yeah)
And it ain't goin' away (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeaheaheah (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeaheaheah, oooh
Drivers are rude, such attitude
But when I show my piece, complaints cease
Something's odd, feel like I'm God
You stupid dumbshit god damn motherfucker!
I open the glove box, reach inside
Gonna wreck this fucker's ride
Guess I got a bad habit
Of blowin' away (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, I got a bad habit (yeah, yeah)
And it ain't goin' away (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeaheaheah (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeaheaheah (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeaheaheah (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeaheaheah, oooh
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