Paroles de 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