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
