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crease reese - how many times (icp cover) lyrics

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
how many times will you honk your h+rn and say “f+ck you”?
now what the f+ck does that do?
ya feel better now? i didn’t let ya pass
how ’bout i stop my car and beat your f+ckin’ ass?
how many times will my neighbor beat his wife?
somewhere in that house there’s a butcher knife
f+ckin’ 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 f+ckin’ hour
must be an accident, i hope n0body died
finally gеt there, and the crash is on thе 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+ckin’ 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 f+ckin’ heads
[chorus]
how many times will i ask myself, why, how many times?
(how many times? how many times? how many times?)
how many times will i ask myself, why, how many times will i cry?
(how many times? how many times?)
how many times will i ask myself, why, how many times?
(how many times? how many times? how many times?)
how many times will i ask myself, why, how many times will i cry?
(how many times? how many times?)

[verse 2: violent j]
how many times will i wait in a line?
it’s three thirty, i f+ckin’ got here at nine
i’m finally up to the front, can’t wait another minute
why am i here? to pay a f+ckin’ parking ticket
the lady at the counter acts like a f+ckin’ b+tch
no smiles, no help, you’re just a piece of sh+t
i’m gettin’ p+ssed, calm down, f+ck 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 comin’ back
walk away, and here’s another, “gimme crack”
how many time will a kid give a dirty look?
a little punk+ass b+tch tryin’ to be a crook
i wrote the book, i was out robbin’ liquor stores
when you were just a nut stain in your mama’s drawers
[chorus]
how many times will i ask myself, why, how many times?
(how many times? how many times? how many times?)
how many times will i ask myself, why, how many times will i cry?
(how many times? how many times?)
how many times will i ask myself, why, how many times?
(how many times? how many times? how many times?)
how many times will i ask myself, why, how many times will i cry?
(how many times? how many times?)

[verse 3: 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: crease resse]
how many times will you honk your h+rn and say “f+ck you”?
now what the f+ck does that do?
ya feel better now? i didn’t let ya pass
how ’bout i stop my car and beat your f+ckin’ ass?
how many times will my neighbor beat his wife?
somewhere in that house there’s a butcher knife
f+ckin’ 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 f+ckin’ hour
must be an accident, i hope n0body 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+ckin’ 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 f+ckin’ heads
[chorus]
how many times will i ask myself, why, how many times?
(how many times? how many times? how many times?)
how many times will i ask myself, why, how many times will i cry?
(how many times? how many times?)
how many times will i ask myself, why, how many times?
(how many times? how many times? how many times?)
how many times will i ask myself, why, how many times will i cry?
(how many times? how many times?)

[verse 2: crease reese]
how many times will i wait in a line?
it’s three thirty, i f+ckin’ got here at nine
i’m finally up to the front, can’t wait another minute
why am i here? to pay a f+ckin’ parking ticket
the lady at the counter acts like a f+ckin’ b+tch
no smiles, no help, you’re just a piece of sh+t
i’m gettin’ p+ssed, calm down, f+ck 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 comin’ back
walk away, and here’s another, “gimme crack”
how many time will a kid give a dirty look?
a little punk+ass b+tch tryin’ to be a crook
i wrote the book, i was out robbin’ liquor stores
when you were just a nut stain in your mama’s drawers

[chorus]
how many times will i ask myself, why, how many times?
(how many times? how many times? how many times?)
how many times will i ask myself, why, how many times will i cry?
(how many times? how many times?)
how many times will i ask myself, why, how many times?
(how many times? how many times? how many times?)
how many times will i ask myself, why, how many times will i cry?
(how many times? how many times?)

[verse 3: crease reese]
how many times will you steal my car stereo?
it don’t even work, ya feel like a b+tch, don’t ya?
i vacuum all the f+ckin’ glass off from my seat
i sit down, i got a piece stuck in my b+tt cheek
how many times did i walk in, and just sit
and have to listen, and learn all this bullsh+t?
learnin’ history and science, f+ckin’ wait
knowin’ that, will that put food on my plate?
yeah, can i walk into mcdonald’s, and to the counter
and tell ’em you can make limestone from gunpowder
will they give me a cheeseburger if i know that sh+t?
f+ck no, f+ck you, and shut your f+ckin’ lips
how many times will a judge decide my fate?
who is he? a b+tch, nothing great
he takes sh+ts, and f+cks his old floppy wife
plays with his b+lls and judges my life!

[chorus]
how many times will i ask myself (and who the f+ck is he?)
why, how many times? (he judges my life!)
(how many times? how many times?)
how many times will i ask myself (and who the f+ck is he?)
why, how many times will i cry? (he judges my life!)
(how many times? how many times?)
how many times will i ask myself (who the f+ck is he?)
why, how many times? (he judges my life!)
(how many times? how many times?)
how many times will i ask myself
why, how many times will i cry? (he judges my life!)
(how many times? how many times?)
how many times will i ask myself
why, how many times? (he judges my life!)
(how many times? how many times? how many times?)
how many times will i ask myself
why, how many times will i cry? (he judges my life!)
(how many times? how many times?)
how many times will i ask myself
why, how many times? (he judges my life!)
(how many times? how many times? how many times?)
how many times will i ask myself
why, how many times will i cry? (he judges my life!)
(how many times? how many times?)

[outro]
juggla, juggla, f+ck with the juggla
juggla, juggla, f+ck with the juggla
juggla, juggla, f+ck with the juggla
juggla, juggla, f+ck with the juggla

[skit]
“dog, i peels caps, all day long, motherf+cker.”
“really?”
“they call me the big wheeler cap peeler, you know what i’m sayin’?”
“whoa.”
“i run this whole motherf+cker, the whole block, dog.”
“cool!”
“they call me the king, the big king, king k!lla big wheeler cap peeler, yeah.”
“whoa, that’s cool, man!”
“that’s what they call me around this motherf+cker. i run this b+tch. i got this b+tch locked down. i’m a big g+ngb+nger, man.”
“a g+ngb+nger?”
“i’m a g+ngb+nger motherf+cker.”
“out here?”
“see, they ain’t think that we was g+ngb+ngin’ out in this neighborhood, but they don’t know about me and my clique, dog.”
“whoa!
“and if you all wanna be down?”
“yeah!”
“sh+t, we can sit down and talk, you know what i’m sayin’?”
“when? when?”
“georgy! get your ass in here right now and finish your homework!”
“uh, uh, uh, here i come!”
“now!”
“alright, dog, i gotta go, man.”
“okay.”
“[?]”
“but look, meet me here tomorrow after school.”
“georgy!”
“oh, wait, i got yearbook. alright, meet me here around 5:30 tomorrow, dog.”
“dude, for sure.”
“come get your ass in here!”
“dude, you better go. you’re gonna get in trouble.”
“alright, guys, peace.”
“i hope he doesn’t get grounded, dude.”
“yeah, me too, ’cause then we couldn’t be g+ngb+ngers.”

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