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 f**ker`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 s**t, goddamn, motherf**ker

I open the glove box, reach inside
Gonna wreck this f**ker`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