How Many Times? — текст песни (Insane Clown Posse)

How Many Times?

How many times will I ask myself why, how many times?
How many times will I ask myself why, how many times will I cry? (2x)

[Violent J]
How many times will you honk your horn and say fuck you?
Now what the fuck does that do?
Ya feel better now? I didn`t let ya pass
How `bout I stop my car, and beat your fuckin` ass?
How many times will my neighbor beat his wife?
Somewhere in that house there`s a butcher knife
Fuckin` drunk, swingin` his fists about
Why don`t she wait till he sleeps then take him out
How many times will I sit in a hot car?
Traffic jam, been sittin` for a fuckin` hour
Must be an accident, I hope nobody died
Finally get there, and the crash is on the other side
The gawkers roll and they creep slow
Hoping they can see a mangled body show
Some park, and stand there and watch it all
With their kids, they point, and fuckin stare (and just look)
I remember one time I was pulled over
Handcuffed, the cop was like, show`s over
People watching, hoping that he shoots me
I just wanted to choke the fucking head

[Chorus (2x)]
How many times will I ask myself why, how many times?
How many times will I ask myself why, how many times will I cry?

[Violent J]
How many times will I wait in a line?
It`s three-thirty, I fuckin` got here at nine
I`m finally up to the front, can`t wait another minute
Why am I here? to pay a fucking parking ticket
The lady at the counter acts like a fuckin bitch
No smiles, no help, you`re just a piece of shit
I`m gettin` pissed, calm down, fuck it, forget it
Back to my car, and there it is, another ticket
How many times will a crackhead smoke crack
And ask me for some money cuz he wants crack
Give him money, again, he`s coming back
Walk away, and here`s another, Gimme some crack
How many time will a kid give a dirty look?
A little punk-ass bitch tryin to be a crook
I wrote the book, I was out robbin` liquor stores
When you were just a nut stain in your momma`s drawers

[Chorus (2x)]

[Violent J]
How many times will you steal my car stereo?
It don`t even work, ya feel like a bitch, don`t you?
I vacuum all the fuckin` glass off from my seat
I sit down, and got a piece stuck in my butt cheek
How many times did I walk in, and just sit?
And have to listen, and learn all this bullshit
Learnin` history and science, fuckin` wait
Knowin` that, will that put food on my plate?
Yeah, can I walk into McDonald`s, up to the counter
And tell `em you can make limestone from gunpowder
Will they give me a cheeseburger if I know that shit?
Fuck no, fuck you, and shut your fuckin` lip
How many times will a judge decide my fate?
Who is he? A bitch, nothing great
He takes shits, and fucks his old floppy wife
Plays with his balls and judges my life!

[Chorus (5x)]

And who the fuck is he?
He judges my life



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