People watching, hoping that he shoots me, I just wanted to choke their fucking heads! 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 cuz he wants crack, Give him money, again, he's coming back, Walk away, and here's another, "Gimme crack. 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, fuck 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 shit?
Fuck no, fuck you, and shut your fuckin' lip! How many times will a judge decide my fate, Who is he? A bitch! Nothin' great. He takes shits, and fuck his old floppy wife, Plays with his balls and judges my life! And who the fuck is he? He judges my life! The call me the big wheeler cap peeler, ya know what I'm sayin'? I run this whole mu the fucka.
The whole block, dawg. They call me the king. The big king. King killer big wheeler cap peeler, yeah. I run this bitch. I got this bitch locked down.
I'm a big gang banga, man. I'm a gang banga mu the fucka. 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.
Aw dawg, I gotto go, man. But look, meet me here tomorrow after school. It's saying how there's so many people in this world that fuck with you. What's the point of school? Who is a judge to decide your fate? People fuck with your life. And it's not right. Damn, this is such a good song I got shit racin' through my head.
I can't even explan it right. Oh well.. General Comment This is basically saying that people should just live their lives without having to deal with all of everyone else's shit. Like the whole thing with the judge that doesn't even know him, etc. This is a really good song.. General Comment Basically "How many times will things not break my way how many times do I have to get shit on? General Comment everything seems to make sense, it seems to be about stupid people that affect everyone else even if everyone else doesnt care such as the people gawking at the accident making other people late, and the judge, or the lady at the counter, and then getting another ticket after dealing with the lady at the counter, etc.
I'm curious though, i don't know much about icp and I was wondering about the verse about him getting pulled over. Is that based on real events that he's gone through? I'm guessing that he's been in trouble with the law because he seems to be really mad about that judge, and im also thinking that when he was pulled over that this was the reason he was seeing the judge. ZionsVillageIdiot on January 15, Link. General Comment Great song. No hidden meaning here xD All you have to do is read the lyrics, all these mind-fucking occurrences.
Under The Moon 9. What Is A Juggalo? House Of Horrors Boogie Woogie Wu Neden Game Hellalujah Down With The Clown Just Like That Pass Me By. 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, shows 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 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 fuckin' 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 crack head 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, Gimmie 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 mama's drawers How many times will I ask myself, why how many times?
How many times will you steal my car stereo, It don't even work, ya feel like a bitch, don't ya? 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, into the counter And tell 'em you can make limestone from gunpowder Will they give me a cheeseburger if I know that shit?
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