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 it 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 blowing away
When I show my piece
Complaints cease
Something's odd
I feel like I'm god
You stupid dumb shit goddamn motherfucker
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 it 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 blowing away
I got a bad habit And it ain't going away
They say the road is a dangerous place
If you flip me off I'll get in your face
If you drive on my ass, your foot's on the gas
And your next breath is your last
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 goddamn motherfucker
I open the glove box, reach inside
Gonna wreck this fucker's ride
Cause I got a bad habit of blowing away