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