Road Rage Songtext
von CHARLEE ILLTHOUGHTS

Driving slow is like jacking off
It′s cool if ya do it, just uh...
Not in front of other people
Grandma, is that you
Grandma

Ah shit, this is madness
My grandma's back from the dead, fuckin′ up traffic
Driving real slow in a one lane street
Pissin' everybody off all I hear is beep buh beep
Wait a minute, ayyo, what's this
You ain′t got tits, you ain′t eighty six
The fuck is this shit, I don't understand
You drive like an old woman, but you look like a man


Dumb mothafuckas, don′t know how to drive
Don't know how to drive, don′t know how to drive
Dumb mothafuckas, don't know how to drive
Don′t know how to drive, don't know how to drive
Road rage
Road rage
Road rage
Road rage

Who the fuck gave this prick they licenses
I wanna, ignite some shit and blow up their car, for driving like some pricks
Every time I'm on the road, I see somebody
Driving like a granny with a fanny pack on, so I blow my horn
Why you in the foreign, with ya blinkers on
Doing ninety down the Kennedy, bitch, let′s get it on
Don′t you hate when you come to a stop sign or a red light
And nigga pull up, he wanna race wit you
Dude, do you, it's cold, and it′s icey outside
Man, dumb mothafuckas, don't know how to drive

Dumb mothafuckas, don′t know how to drive
Don't know how to drive, don′t know how to drive
Dumb mothafuckas, don't know how to drive
Don't know how to drive, don′t know how to drive
Road rage
Road rage
Road rage
Road rage