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 it 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

'Cause I got a bad habit

Of blowin' away (yeah, yeah)

I got a bad habit (yeah, yeah)

And it ain't goin' away (yeah, yeah)

Yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)

Yeah, yeah, oh

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

'Cause I got a bad habit

Of blowin' away (yeah, yeah)

I got a bad habit (yeah, yeah)

And it ain't goin' away (yeah, yeah)

Yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)

Yeah, yeah, oh

Drivers are rude

Such attitudes

When I show my piece

Complaints cease

Something's odd

Feel like I'm God

You stupid dumb-shit goddamn motherfucker!

I open the glove box

Reach inside

Gonna wreck this fucker's ride

'Cause I got a bad habit

Of blowin' away (yeah, yeah)

I got a bad habit (yeah, yeah)

And it ain't goin' away (yeah, yeah)

Yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)

Yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)

Yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)

Yeah, yeah, oh