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!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
