I hate on traffic just as much as the next guy
I'd try and bypass them if these bastards would just drive
Rush hour all day stuck in hell, bumper to bumper such a fail
Stuck in jail, my truck's a cell, I'd rather stab my brain with a rusty nail
'Cause when I'm driving I'm driven
And every ride that I sit in I lose my mind I admit it
And I'm quick to trip and lose my grip and flip you the bird
And I'll rage just like the nerd