How Many Times-Insane Clown Posse

　　　 Artist：insane clown posse Songs Title：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? How many times will you honk your horn and say f**k you? Now what the f**k does that do? Ya feel better now? I didnt let ya pass, How bout I stop my car, and beat your f**kin a**? How many times will my neighbor beat his wife? Somewhere in that house theres a butcher knife. F**kin 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 f**kin 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 f**kin 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 f**king heads! How many times will I wait in a line, Its three-thirty, I f**kin got here at nine. Im finally up to the front, cant wait another minute, Why am I here? to pay a f**king parking ticket. The lady at the counter acts like a f**kin b**ch, No smiles, no help, youre just a piece of sh*t, Im gettin pissed, calm down, f**k 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-a** b**ch 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. How many times will you steal my car stereo, It dont even work, ya feel like a b**ch, dont ya? I vacuum all the f**kin 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, f**kin 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 sh*t? F**k no, f**k you, and shut your f**kin lip! How many times will a judge decide my fate, Who is he? a b**ch! nothin great. He takes shits, and f**k his old floppy wife, Plays with his balls and judges my life! (and who the f**k is he? he Judges my life!) Dawg, I peels caps all day long, mutha f**ka. the call me the big wheeler Cap peeler, ya know what Im sayin? I run this whole mutha f**ka. the whole Block, dawg. they call me the king. the big king. king killer big wheeler Cap peeler, yeah. thats what they call me around this mutha f**ka. I run This b**ch. I got this b**ch locked down. Im a big gang Banga, man. Im a gang banga mutha f**ka. see, they aint think that we was Gang bangin out in this neighborhood, but they dont know about me and my Clique, dawg. and if you all wanna be down, sh*t, we can sit down and talk, Ya know what Im sayin- Bobby!!! get your a** in here right now and finish your homework! Uh, here I come! aw dawg, I gotta go, man. but look, meet me here tomorrow After school. oh wait, I got yearbook. awright, meet me here around Five-thirty tomorrow, dawg. awright guys, peace. I hope he doesnt get grounded, dude. Yeah, me too, cause then we couldnt be gang bangers.