Inspired by an idea from Benny Combs. Wanted to write a song about what I day dream about when I get aggravated behind the wheel. (This song is not to be taken literal).
VERSE 1
DRIVIN,
PULL THE FUCK OVER,
GET OUTTA MY WAY,
FLYIN,
DOUBLE THE LIMIT,
when im on the highway,
switchin lanes at a high rate,
twitchin
enriched in road rage,
steering wheel vibrates,
its givin me a migrane,
motha fucka what you think your doin?
this cock sucka tri-ed eluding me, (fuck you)
cut ME off i WONT LET THIS go,
curse words commin out the window,
now hes claimin,
that his back aches,
comme on,
for fuck sake,
this gonna cost cake,
A split second
is all it takes,
this cock suckas
writin down my plate,
now im livid,
and the bloods pumpin,
my insurance,
wont cover nothing,
(HOOK)
ROAD RAGE
GET UP OUT MY WAY
GET UP OUT MY WAY
ROAD RAGE
GET UP OUT MY WAY
GET UP OUT MY WAY
ROAD RAGE
Verse 2
(break)
retain my strength,
think he lost an eyeball,
face so displaced,
when scrapped off the asphalt,
the longer i wait,
kill-ings just protocol,
watch him crawl,
clothes covered with ethanol,
cigarette case,
i reached to light one,
present a straight face,
if not
he might run,
the smoke i waiste,
was thrown to light em,
when-i-got road rage,
extremes my outcome,
(break ends)
actin timid,
and no ones commin,
ideas been twisted,
and i aint runnin,
ya shouda listened,
coulda saw this commin,
stop sign ya missed,
an ya had to be rushin,
now im the only one punish-in
fat fuck lookin for a muffin, an
blast em,
its time
to get rough with em,
but im past the point,
and there aint no stoppin him,
reach for the crow bar,
and just started choppin em,
im out so far,
the police wont be stoppin in,
i jumped in the car,
reveresed over top of him,
thats it,
grabb a brick,
someone
might be watchin in,
now squished,
i reach for the stick shift,
the car and the body,
i need to ditch this,
over a cliff, shift,
into a ditch, bitch,
son of a bitch
Verse 3
(Waiting to be provided by Bradster X)