Текст песни Insane Clown Posse - How Many Times?
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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` hourMust 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 nineI`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 itBack 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 crookI 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"