ICP ICP-How Many Times Lyrics

How Many Times
How many times will I ask myself why, how many times will I cry?
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How many times will you honk your horn and say f___ you?
Now what the f___ does that do?
Ya feel better now? I didn't let ya pass,
How 'bout I stop my car, and beat your f___in' a__?
How many times will my neighbor beat his wife?
Somewhere in that house there's a butcher knife.
f___in' drunk, swingin' his fists about,
Why don't you wait till he sleeps, then take him out?
How many times will I sit in a hot car?
Traffic jam, been sittin' for a f___in' 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 f___in' store! (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 f___ing heads!
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How many times will I wait in a line,
It's three thirty, I f___in' got here at nine.
I'm finally up to the front, can't wait another minute,
Why am I here? To pay a f___ing parking ticket.
The lady at the counter acts like a f___in' b____,
No smiles, no help, you're just a piece of s___,
I'm gettin' p___ed, calm down, f___ 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 crack."
How many time will a kid give a dirty look,
A little punk a__ b____ tryin to be a crook,
I wrote the book, I was out robbin' liquor stores,
When you were just a nut stoin in your mama'a drawers.
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How many times will you steal my car stereo,
It don't even work, ya feel like a b____, don't ya?
I vacuum all the f___in' glass off from my seat,
I sit down, and got a piece stuck in my b___ cheek.
How many times did I walk in, and just sit,
And have to listen, and learn all this bullshit,
Learnin' history and science, f___ it, 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 s___?
f___ no, f___ you, and shut your f___in' lip!
How many times will a judge decide my fate,
Who is he? A b____! Nothin' great.
He takes s___s, and f___ his old floppy wife,
Plays with his b____ and judges my life! (And who the f___ is he? He
judges my life!)
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"Dawg, I peels caps all day long, m________a. The call me the big wheeler
cap peeler, ya know what I'm sayin'? I run this whole mu the f___a. The whole
block, dawg. They call me the king. The big king. King killer big wheeler
cap peeler, yeah. that's what they call me around this mu the f___a. I run
this b____. I got this b____ locked down. I'm a big gang
banga, man. I'm a gang banga mu the f___a. See, they ain't think that we was
gang bangin' out in this neighborhood, but they don't know about me and my
clique, dawg. And if you all wanna be down, s___, we can sit down and tolk,
ya know what I'm sayin "
"BOBBY! GET YOUR a__ IN HERE RIGHT NOW AND FINISH YOUR HOMEWORK!"
"Uh, here I come! Aw dawg, I gotto go, man. But look, meet me here tomorrow
after school. Oh wait, I got yearbook. Awright, meet me here around
five thirty tomorrow, dawg. Awright guys, peace."
"I hope he doesn't get grounded, dude."
"Yeah, me too, 'cause then we couldn't be gang bangers."