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 at all

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

I guess I got a bad habit

Of blowin' away

I got a bad habit

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

I guess, I got a bad habit

Of blowin' away

Got a bad habit

And it ain't goin' away

Yeah, yeah

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, goddamn, motherfucker

I open the glove box, reach inside

Gonna wreck this fucker's ride

I guess, I got a bad habit

Of blowin' away

Got a bad habit

And it ain't goin' away

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah