Bad Habit

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, and

When I go driving, I stay in my lane

But getting cut off makes me insane

Open the glove box, reach inside

Gonna wreck this fucker's ride

I guess I got a bad habit

Of blowing away

Yeah, yeah

Got a bad habit

Yeah, yeah

And it ain't going away

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh

Oh-oh-oh-oh

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

Guess I got a bad habit

Of blowing away

Yeah, yeah

Got a bad habit

Yeah, yeah

And it ain't going away

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Oh-oh

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

Oh, I open the glove box, reach inside

Gonna wreck this fucker's ride

'Cause I guess I got a bad habit

Of blowing away

Yeah, yeah

Got a bad habit

Yeah, yeah

And it ain't going away

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Oh-oh