Insane Clown Posse - How Many Times? lyrics

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) How many times will you honk your horn and say f** you? Now what the f** does that do? Ya feel better now? I didn't let ya pa** How 'bout I stop my car, and beat your f**in' a**? How many times will my neighbor beat his wife? Somewhere in that house there's a butcher knife f**in' 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 f**in' 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 f**in 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 f**ing head 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 I wait in a line? It's three-thirty, I f**in' got here at nine I'm finally up to the front, can't wait another minute Why am I here? to pay a f**ing parking ticket The lady at the counter acts like a f**in b**h No smiles, no help, you're just a piece of sh** I'm gettin' pissed, calm down, f** 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 'cause 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-a** b**h 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 How many times will you steal my car stereo? It don't even work, ya feel like a b**h, don't you? I vacuum all the f**in' gla** off from my seat I sit down, and got a piece stuck in my bu*t cheek How many times did I walk in, and just sit? And have to listen, and learn all this bullsh** Learnin' history and science, f**in' 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 sh**? f** no, f** you, and shut your f**in' lip How many times will a judge decide my fate? Who is he? A b**h, nothing great He takes sh**s, and f**s his old floppy wife Plays with his balls and judges my life! "And who the f** is he? He judges my life"