Another How Many Lyrics

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How many times will I go to a restaurant,
the waitress is my ex-girl a filthy f*ckin' slut,
Now what kind of service do you think I'll get,
and if that bitch don't hurry up she'll feel my f*ckin' spit.

How many times will I try to make a buck,
without it trynna be taken by some little f*ck.
Who thinks he's gonna walk up and try to punk me,
I'll beat your eyes in so far you can't f*ckin' see.

How many times will I try to get a job,
and then be hired by a f*ckin' slob,
who puts a mop in my hand to try and clean the place,
I'll take that toilet brush and swat your f*ckin' face.

He wants me to scrub every f*ckin' speck,
but then he wont let me borrow off my paycheck,
I'm f*ckin' broke, I'm poor can't you f*ckin' see,
It's just another f*cked up thing about society.

I remember the time you tried to f*ck me over,
for a bitch after I said she was left overs,
sold me out for the hoe after she gave me shit,
well f*ck off, f*ck you, and f*ck that little bitch!

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How many times will you ask me the f*ckin' time,
what's that thing on your wrist you never f*ckin' wind,
buggin' me punkin' me for some shit I don't know,
how 'bout you get out my face before I sneak ya low.
We go to the party trynna chill wit' a bitch,
no money no dope, you're just a piece of shit,
I'll take my 40 and put it to your f*ckin' head,
now ya can't talk no shit cuz ya f*ckin' dead.

How many times will I try to smoke a blunt, without you sittin' by me, tell me what the f*ck you want,
you never put no money in to help me buy the shit,
jump the f*ck back or I'll slap you like a little bitch.

How many times will the cops bring another summons,
the fat ass pig eats limburger, and smells like onions.
He bangs on my door like he's gonna f*ckin' break it down,
every time he comes I only f*ckin' frown.

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How many times will you break the store window,
the place been empty for 3 months don't ya f*ckin' know.
I sweep all the glass off the sidewalk,
the next day I see ya liein' in chalk.

How many times did I walk to the bus stop,
and saw it roll by cuz that bitch would'nt stop.
I know she saw me she just did'nt wanna wait,
so I walk to school about 3 hours late.

So I walk up to lunch cuz it's time to eat,
so what's the problem, at least I'm off the f*ckin' streets.
I missed a class or two, so what's the deal,
I'm hungry to pops so where's my f*ckin' meal.

How many times will you try to cut the line,
you little f*ck you're waystin' my f*ckin' time.
I snatch you from the back cuz your hairs so long,
now get the f*ck in the back where you belong.

(CHORUS)
And who the f*ck is he---He cuts the line!
And who the f*ck is he---He cuts the line!
And who the f*ck is he---He cuts the line!
He cuts the line!
He cuts the f*cking line!
He cuts the line!!!

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