Insane Clown Posse - How Many Times Lyrics
(chorus:)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?(end chorus)(chorus)How many times will you honk your horn and say ***** you?Now what the ***** does that do?Ya feel better now? I didnt let ya pass,How bout I stop my car, and beat your *****in ass?How many times will my neighbor beat his wife?Somewhere in that house theres a butcher knife.*****in drunk, swingin his fists about,Why dont you wait till he sleeps, then take him out?How many times will I sit in a hot car?Traffic jam, been sittin for a *****in hour.Must be an accident, I hope nobody died,Finally get there, and the crash is on the other side!The gawkers roll by and creep slow,Hopin they can see a mangled body show.Some park, and stand there and watch it all,With their kids, they point, and *****in stare! (and just look!)I remember one time I was pulled over,Handcuffed, the cop was like, shows over.People watching, hoping that he shoots me,I just wanted to choke their *****ing heads!(chorus w/vocal ad lib)(chorus)How many times will I wait in a line,Its three-thirty, I *****in got here at nine.Im finally up to the front, cant wait another minute,Why am I here? to pay a *****ing parking ticket.The lady at the counter acts like a *****in *****,No smiles, no help, youre just a piece of shit,Im gettin pissed, calm down, ***** 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, hes coming back,Walk away, and heres another, gimmie crack.How many time will a kid give a dirty look,A little punk-ass ***** tryin to be a crook,I wrote the book, I was out robbin liquor stores,When you were just a nut stain in your mamaa drawers.(chorus w/vocal ad lib)(chorus)How many times will you steal my car stereo,It dont even work, ya feel like a *****, dont ya?I vacuum all the *****in 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, *****in wait,Knowin that, will that put food on my plate?Yeah, can I walk into mcdonalds, into the counter,And tell em you can make limestone from gunpowder,Will they give me a cheeseburger if I know that shit?***** no, ***** you, and shut your *****in lip!How many times will a judge decide my fate,Who is he? a *****! nothin great.He takes shits, and ***** his old floppy wife,Plays with his balls and judges my life! (and who the ***** is he? heJudges my life!)(chorus w/vocal ad lib)(chorus)(chorus)(chorus)Dawg, I peels caps all day long, mutha *****a. the call me the big wheelerCap peeler, ya know what Im sayin? I run this whole mutha *****a. the wholeBlock, dawg. they call me the king. the big king. king killer big wheelerCap peeler, yeah. thats what they call me around this mutha *****a. I runThis *****. I got this ***** locked down. Im a big gangBanga, man. Im a gang banga mutha *****a. see, they aint think that we wasGang bangin out in this neighborhood, but they dont know about me and myClique, dawg. and if you all wanna be down, shit, we can sit down and talk,Ya know what Im sayin-Bobby!!! get your ass in here right now and finish your homework!Uh, here I come! aw dawg, I gotta go, man. but look, meet me here tomorrowAfter school. oh wait, I got yearbook. awright, meet me here aroundFive-thirty tomorrow, dawg. awright guys, peace.I hope he doesnt get grounded, dude.Yeah, me too, cause then we couldnt be gang bangers.
