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 I just might snap man

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 gonna wreck this fuckers ride
I guess I got a bad habit of blowin' away
I got a bad habit and it ain't goin' away

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
I guess I got a bad habit of blowin' away
I got a bad habit and it ain't goin' away

Drivers are rude, such attitudes
But when I show my piece, complaints cease
Something's odd, I feel like I'm god
You stupid dumbshit goddam motherfucker

I open the glove box, reach inside
I gonna wreck this fuckers ride
I guess I got a bad habit of blowin' away
I got a bad habit and it ain't goin' away