Bad Habit

Hey man you know Im really ok
The gun in my hand will tell you the same
But when Im in my car
Dont give me no crap
Cause the slightest thing and I just might snap it
Oh!
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 f**kers ride
I guess I got a bad habit
Of blowing away (Yeah Yeah)
I got a bad habit (Yeah Yeah)
And it aint going away (Yeah Yeah)
Yeah ( Yeah Yeah)
Yeah (Ohhhhh)
They say the road is a dangerous place
If you flip me off Ill get in your face
If you drive on my ass
Your foots on the gas
And your next breath is your last
I guess I got a bad habit
Of blowing away (Yeah Yeah)
I got a bad habit (Yeah Yeah)
And it aint going away (Yeah Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah Yeah)
Yeah (Ohhhhh)
Drivers are rude
Such attitudes
When I show my piece
Complaints cease
Somethings odd
I feel like Im god
You stupid dumbshit goddam motherf**ker
I open the glove box
Reach inside
Im gonna wreck this f**kers ride
I guess I got a bad habit
Of blowing away (Yeah Yeah)
I got a bad habit (Yeah Yeah)
And it aint going away (Yeah Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah Yeah)
Yeah ( Yeah Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah Yeah)
Yeah (Ohhhhh)