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
open the glove box
reach inside
gonna wreck this fucker's ride
'cause i got a bad habit
of blowin' away yeah yeah
got a bad habit yeah yeah
and it ain't goin' away yeah yeah
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 ain't goin' away yeah yeah
Drivers are rude
such attitudes
but when i show my piece
complaints cease
something's odd
feel like i'm god
you stupid dumbshit
goddamned motherfucker!
I open my glove box
reach inside
gonna wreck this fucker's ride
'cause i got a bad habit
of blowin' away yeah yeah
i got a bad habit yeah yeah
and it ain't goin' away yeah yeah
Thursday, October 7, 2010
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