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(chorus)

how many times will i go to a restaurant,
the waitress is my ex-girl a filthy f-ckin’ sl-t,
now what kind of service do you think i’ll get,
and if that b-tch 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 b-tch after i said she was left overs,
sold me out for the hoe after she gave me sh-t,
well f-ck off, f-ck you, and f-ck that little b-tch!

(chorus)

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 sh-t 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 b-tch,
no money no dope, you’re just a piece of sh-t,
i’ll take my 40 and put it to your f-ckin’ head,
now ya can’t talk no sh-t 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 sh-t,
jump the f-ck back or i’ll slap you like a little b-tch.

how many times will the cops bring another summons,
the fat -ss 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.

(chorus)

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 gl-ss 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 b-tch 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 cl-ss 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 sn-tch 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!

- phear

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