Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song How Many Times? , by - Insane Clown Posse. Release date: 23.06.1997
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
How Many Times? |
| 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 |
| 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 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 |
| 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! |
| «And who the fuck is he? |
| He judges my life» |