Insane Clown Posse - I'm Comin' Home Lyrics
live my life in the gutterAnd this gutter is who I amTake me back home to my gutterAnd I swear I won't ever leave again![Violent J]Hey, I'm coming homeHome to the criminals and crooksHome to the gangbangers shooting dirty looksHome to the killer cops beating on my assHome to my '72 Velarick, praying it will lastPass by the rich *****es trying to play me outDawging on my neighborhood, don't know what it's aboutSo now I'm clockin dunkets, never hang out with the richI'd rather hang out with the crooked at the party store, *****Give me codey, dawg, with a little smogCuz it tastes better than the poisonous fogSeeping from the sewers in my slummy neighborhoodBut the ghetto got love and the love is all goodSo I don't give a ***** about your mansion by the lakeYou can suck my dingaling until your neck breaksCuz all I wanna do is hang with the zombieIn the zone, break out with the Faygo, I'm coming home[Chorus (1x)]Home to the creatures, home to the crooksHome to the fools readin witchcraft booksHome to the monsters roaming the landI wanna come home but ya don't understand[Shaggy 2 Dope]*****, I'm coming home and I'm not aloneJokers and freaks, and their dead body bonesEvery single thing that you never wanna seeAdd it all together and you got meI know nobody gives a ***** about your punk ass rulesKeystone coppers and your hypocrite schoolsI'd much rather lay around the streets of the gutterAnd make dirty phone calls to your rich motherCaught her passed midnight and I'm waking up the deadThen we playin kickball with somebody's headWe got skinny dipping in the barrels of toxic wasteAfter that I pour myself a little tasteSo tell your daughter that she's nothing but a fat *****And all my homies don't care if the hoes richSomebody out here, please, let me know where there's a phoneI need to call my mother and tell her I'm coming home[Chorus (1x)][Violent J]And I'm coming home, chicken chicken bonesSugar prom bushes, and ice cream conesAll these fake people sayin hi to one anotherThen they sit around and talk shit about each otherWatering they grass, digging in they assTrying to make sure they didn't lose any cashWorking hard, all your life, and now you're finally richBut look at you, you're just another whack *****[Shaggy 2 Dope]Crawl in the slum that's where I'm fromMurderers and slaughterers, so that's what I've becomeSpare a little change cuz I just ran out of gasReach for your quarter and I'll stick your *****in ass[Violent J] Nobody wants to be around the ghetto breedBut the ghetto got each other and that's all we really need[Shaggy 2 Dope] So what the ***** am I doing down here, I gotta land of my own[Violent J] Eh yo, dawg, ***** it, huh, we going home[Chorus (9x)]
