How Many Times? lyrics

Artist  : Insane Clown Posse 
Song : 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"