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 at 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      I guess I got a bad habit   Of blowin' away   I got a bad habit   And it ain't goin' away   Yeah, yeah      Well, 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      I guess, I got a bad habit   Of blowin' away   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 shit, goddamn, motherfucker      I open the glove box, reach inside   Gonna wreck this fucker's ride      I guess, I got a bad habit   Of blowin' away   Got a bad habit   And it ain't goin' away   Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah