Bad Habit

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