E♭
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!
Wh en I go driving I stay in my lane
But g etting cut off; it makes me insane
C#
Open the glove box,
C#
Reach inside,
Gonna w reck this fucker's ride,
'Cause I got a bad ha bit
O f bl owin' awa y, Yeah, Yeah
I go t a bad ha bit, Yeah, Yeah
And it 'ai nt goin' awa y, Yeah, Yeah
Y eah, ye ah, yea h
Y eah, ye ah, yea h
Ohh Oh h Ooh ohh
Th ey 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 ha bit
O f bl owin' awa y, Yeah, Yeah
I go t a bad ha bit, Yeah, Yeah
And it 'ai nt goin' awa y, Yeah, Yeah
Y eah, ye ah, yea h
Y eah, ye ah, yea h
Ohh
E♭
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 god-damn motherfucker!
E♭/C#/B♭ G#m E♭m/E♭/C#/B♭ G#m E♭m/
E♭/C#/B♭ G#m E♭m/E♭/C#/B♭ G#m E♭m/
C#
I open the glove box,
C#
Reach inside,
Gonna wreck this fucker's ride,
'Cause I got a bad ha bit,
O f bl owin' awa y, Yeah, Yeah
I go t a bad ha bit, Yeah, Yeah
And it 'ai nt goin' awa y, Yeah, Yea h-- -
Ohh Oh h Oo h ohh























