Bad Habit

Hey man you know Im really okay
The gun in my hand will tell yo uthe same
But when Im in my car
Dont 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
I gonna wreck this fuckers ride
I guess I got a bad habit
Of blowin away
Yeah I got a bad habit
And it aint goin away
Yeah
Well they say the roads a dangerous place
If you flip me off Im the danger youll face
You drive on my ass
Your fots on the gas
And your next breath is your last
Drivers are rude
Such attitudes
But when I show my piece
Complaints cease
Somethings odd
I feel like Im god
You stupid dumbshit goddam motherfucker
I open the glove box
Reach inside
Im gonna wreck this fuckers ride