Hey man ya 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 .



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