How Many Times? Lyrics - The Great Milenko - Insane Clown Posse

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 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 '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-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"