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
I open the glove box
Reach inside

I'm gonna wreck this $#&@er's ride
I guess I got a bad habit
Of blowin' away

Yeah I got a bad habit
And it ain't goin' away Yeah
Well they say the road is a dangerous place

If you flip me off I'm the danger you'll face
If you drive on my $$#
Your foot's on the gas

And your next breath is your last
'Cause I got a bad habit.
Of blowin' away

Yeah I 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%#@! goddam mother$#&@er

I open the glove box
Reach inside
I'm gonna wreck this $#&@er's ride

'Cause I got a bad habit