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 makes me insane
I open the glove box
Reach inside
Gonna wreck this fucker´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´s a dangerous place
If you flip me off I´m the danger you´ll 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
Yeah I got a bad habit
And it ain´t goin´ away
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 dumbshit goddam motherfucker

I open the glove box
Reach inside
Gonna wreck this fucker´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