
How Many Times? Insane Clown Posse
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[Chorus]
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 ask myself, why, how many times?
How many times will I ask myself, why, how many times will I cry?
[Verse 1: 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 fist about
Why don't she wait 'til 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 by and creep slow
Hopin' 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 their fuckin' heads
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 ask myself, why, how many times?
How many times will I ask myself, why, how many times will I cry?
[Verse 1: 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 fist about
Why don't she wait 'til 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 by and creep slow
Hopin' 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 their fuckin' heads
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