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

When I go driving I stay in my lane,
but getting cut off, it makes me insane
I open the glove box
reach inside
Gonna wreck this fucker's ride

'Cause 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

'Cause I got a bad habit
of blowin' away
I got a bad habit
and it ain't goin' away
Yeah yeah! 

Drivers are rude
Such attitudes
But when I show 'em my piece
complaints cease
Something's odd
I feel like I'm God
You stupid dumbshit goddamn motherfucker!

I open the glove box
reach inside
Gonna wreck this fucker's ride

'Cause I got a bad habit
of blowin' away
I got a bad habit
and it ain't goin' away
Yeah yeah!