Road Rage - Mower

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

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