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Road Rage
You sit there at the green
Trying to figure what it means.
It means I'm getting angrier
And soon will be seeing red.
Please hang up that phone
It makes you drive like you are stoned
Finish up your conversation
After I run you off the road.
Either a lunatic or asleep at the wheel.
You don't deserve to drive that rolling piece of steel.
Don't you know that you're that cause of my road rage?
You're weavin' in and out,
And don't you even start to doubt
that I see you in my rear view
And plan to end your lunacy.
You're all up on my a--.
You're foot like lead is on the gas.
But don't you know the closer you get
The slower I will go.
Must be stupid, crazy, or somewhere in between.
I'm a nice guy but your driving makes me mean.
Hey! Wake up, or suffer from my road rage!
Pull out into traffic and you don't even look.
How can you still be alive?
Well, God is my copilot, but Satan just called shotgun.
You'll be lucky if you even survive!
If I ram you, you'll know that I am THE MAN.
Auto-Darwanism taken into my own hands.
Wipe you out, the only cure for my road rage.
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