INSANE CLOWN POSSE - How Many Times lyrics
rate me(chorus:)<br><br>How many times will I ask myself why, how many times? <br>How many times will I ask myself why, how many times will I cry? <br>(end chorus)<br>(chorus)<br>How many times will you honk your horn and say fuck you? <br>Now what the fuck does that do? <br>Ya feel better now? I didn't let ya pass,<br>How 'bout I stop my car, and beat your fuckin' ass? <br>How many times will my neighbor beat his wife? <br>Somewhere in that house there's a butcher knife.<br>Fuckin' drunk, swingin' his fists about,<br>Why don't you wait till he sleeps, then take him out? <br>How many times will I sit in a hot car? <br>Traffic jam, been sittin' for a fuckin' hour.<br>Must be an accident, I hope nobody died,<br>Finally get there, and the crash is on the other side!<br>The gawkers roll by and creep slow,<br>Hopin' they can see a mangled body show.<br>Some park, and stand there and watch it all,<br>With their kids, they point, and fuckin' stare! (and just look!)<br>I remember one time I was pulled over,<br>Handcuffed, the cop was like, show's over.<br>People watching, hoping that he shoots me,<br>I just wanted to choke their fucking heads!<br>(chorus w/vocal ad lib)<br>(chorus)<br>How many times will I wait in a line,<br>It's three-thirty, I fuckin' got here at nine.<br>I'm finally up to the front, can't wait another minute,<br>Why am I here? to pay a fucking parking ticket.<br>The lady at the counter acts like a fuckin' bitch,<br>No smiles, no help, you're just a piece of shit,<br>I'm gettin' pissed, calm down, fuck it, forget it,<br>Back to my car, and there it is, another ticket!<br>How many times will a crackhead smoke crack,<br>And ask me for some money cuz he wants crack,<br>Give him money, again, he's coming back,<br>Walk away, and here's another, gimmie crack.<br>How many time will a kid give a dirty look,<br>A little punk-ass bitch tryin to be a crook,<br>I wrote the book, I was out robbin' liquor stores,<br>When you were just a nut stain in your mama'a drawers.<br>(chorus w/vocal ad lib)<br>(chorus)<br>How many times will you steal my car stereo,<br>It don't even work, ya feel like a bitch, don't ya? <br>I vacuum all the fuckin' glass off from my seat,<br>I sit down, and got a piece stuck in my butt-cheek.<br>How many times did I walk in, and just sit,<br>And have to listen, and learn all this bullshit,<br>Learnin' history and science, fuckin' wait,<br>Knowin' that, will that put food on my plate? <br>Yeah, can I walk into mcdonald's, into the counter,<br>And tell 'em you can make limestone from gunpowder,<br>Will they give me a cheeseburger if I know that shit? <br>Fuck no, fuck you, and shut your fuckin' lip!<br>How many times will a judge decide my fate,<br>Who is he? a bitch! nothin' great.<br>He takes shits, and fuck his old floppy wife,<br>Plays with his balls and judges my life! (and who the fuck is he? he<br>Judges my life!)<br>(chorus w/vocal ad lib)<br>(chorus)<br>(chorus)<br>(chorus)<br><br>Dawg, I peels caps all day long, mutha fucka. the call me the big wheeler<br>Cap peeler, ya know what I'm sayin'? I run this whole mutha fucka. the whole<br>Block, dawg. they call me the king. the big king. king killer big wheeler<br>Cap peeler, yeah. that's what they call me around this mutha fucka. I run<br>This bitch. I got this bitch locked down. I'm a big gang<br>Banga, man. I'm a gang banga mutha fucka. see, they ain't think that we was<br>Gang bangin' out in this neighborhood, but they don't know about me and my<br>Clique, dawg. and if you all wanna be down, shit, we can sit down and talk,<br>Ya know what I'm sayin-<br>Bobby!!! get your ass in here right now and finish your homework!<br>Uh, here I come! aw dawg, I gotta go, man. but look, meet me here tomorrow<br>After school. oh wait, I got yearbook. awright, meet me here around<br>Five-thirty tomorrow, dawg. awright guys, peace.<br>I hope he doesn't get grounded, dude.<br>Yeah, me too, 'cause then we couldn't be gang bangers.
