Road Wrath Lyrics

I'm trying to pass a fat bastard in a silver Porsche, polished and waxed.
But he don't drive like a man. 50 in the passing lane, like an old lady.
Just give me a reason to hit you hard. I'm the king of the road. God is in
My car. Teenage bitches blaring crap out the window of an SUV. Noise
Pollution makes me mad. I could roll them so easily. Just give me a reason
To gun it. Any old reason. Satisfaction. I can't wait for the market to
Crash. Executive soaks in a girly bath. Sucking up all day took his brain
Away. I'm the king of the road. Get out of my way.