Road Rage

You drive like you're in a tank
 And you're tanked
 With the way you're changing lanes
 No wonder you're banged up
 Maybe you should hang up
 Do what's right, do what's right, do what's right now
 And pull it over to the right
 You picked the wrong time to fuck with me
 You roll like the road is yours
 Uninsured, with those bent, expired plates
 Putting makeup on
 Inside the passing lane
 Not that bright, not that bright, not that bright, clown
 So pull it over to the right
 I see your parking sticker
 I see your visor christ
 But you don't understand
 That the wheel in my hand
 Can decide you fucker
 (breakdown)
 You drive like you're in a tank
 In the way and you're driving like a bitch
 You little piece of shit
 I'll put you in a ditch
 Do what's right, do what's right, do what's right now
 And pull it over to the right
 You picked the wrong time to fuck with me
 I see your parking sticker
 I see your visor christ
 But you don't understand
 That the wheel in my hand
 Can decide you fucker
 I see your mouth is running
 I see your finger fly
 But you don't understand
 That the wheel in my hand
 Can decide your fucking life