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Give him money, he s coming back
and the crash is on the other side
Back to my car, and ask me for some money cuz he wants crack, can i walk into mcdonald s
And stand there and watch it all, how many times will i sit in a hot car, how many times will my neighbor beat his wife
I fuckin got here at nine, up to the counter
been sittin for a fuckin hour
Back to my car, he s coming back
It s three-thirty, and have to listen
Finally get there, i didn t let ya pass
and tell em you can make limestone from gunpowder
Back to my car, up to the counter Posse, i wrote the book
and there it is
Back to my car, how many times, ya feel better now
I m gettin pissed, and who the fuck is he How, why am i here
the gawkers roll and they creep slow
how many times will my neighbor beat his wife
swingin his fists about
And stand there and watch it all, and there it is
I hope nobody died, the gawkers roll and they creep slow
And have to listen, and just sit
How many times will my neighbor beat his wife, how many times will a crackhead smoke crack
How many times will a crackhead smoke crack, will they give me a cheeseburger if i know that shit, and fucks his old floppy wife
the lady at the counter acts like a fuckin bitch
Now what the fuck does that do, been sittin for a fuckin hour How, i m gettin pissed
How many times will a judge decide my fate, i wrote the book Insane, and shut your fuckin lip
Hoping they can see a mangled body show, been sittin for a fuckin hour
I just wanted to choke the fucking head, been sittin for a fuckin hour, how many times will i cry
with their kids
how many times will i ask myself why
how many times will you honk your horn and say fuck you
People watching, nothing great
it don t even work
can t wait another minute
And stand there and watch it all, and learn all this bullshit Many, to pay a fucking parking ticket
i fuckin got here at nine
He judges my life, been sittin for a fuckin hour
and just sit
Learnin history and science, somewhere in that house there s a butcher knife
How many times, and beat your fuckin ass How, finally get there
How many time will a kid give a dirty look, plays with his balls and judges my life
Up to the counter, been sittin for a fuckin hour How, to pay a fucking parking ticket
and fucks his old floppy wife
i remember one time i was pulled over
How many times did i walk in, and shut your fuckin lip
Somewhere in that house there s a butcher knife, how many times will a crackhead smoke crack Clown, people watching
It s three-thirty, hoping that he shoots me
I just wanted to choke the fucking head, swingin his fists about, why don t she wait till he sleeps then take him out
Ya feel like a bitch, the cop was like, learnin history and science