I hate when you tailgate!!!

Driving to toil dire outlook in tote

Anger suppressed deep in my throat

A glance in my mirror and what do I see

Some dim-witted jack-ass tailgating me

I step on the gas to get out of his way

When low and behold

On my ass he did stay

I tried not to think

Or really get mad

C’uz for him in my rear

Things will really get bad

Visions of knuckle bumps

Smashed in his head

In hopes of sir tailgater soon will be dead

I swerve to the left then to the right

When all of the sudden he flashed on his brights

I flipped him the bird

With resentment and shame

A glance in the mirror

Nostrils aflame

This guy wants to die

This I do know

You might want to stay

T’ill the end of the show

I merge on the freeway

Head bout to pop

When all of the sudden

I just want to stop

I smash on the brakes

And hope for the best

Low and behold

He’d soon curse with zest

With a shriek

And a slam

I heard his tires scream

A shine in my eye

His head popped with steam

So tailgate me please

And soon you will see

I’ll smash your face good

And smile with glee

On the way to the hospital

A flying I go

Your Insurance went up

And your car needs a tow

I head to the bank

Crash check in hand

Thinking that was fun

This cost him ten grand