Hey Man You Know I'm Really Ok


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 Up The Glove Box


Reach Inside


I'm Gonna Wreck This Fuckers 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


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


I'm Gonna Wrecker This Fuckers Ride