I'm Coming Home
I live my life in the gutter
And this gutter is who I am
Take me back home to my gutter
And I swear I won't ever leave again!
[Violent J]
Hey, I'm coming home
Home to the criminals and crooks
Home to the g**ners shooting dirty looks
Home to the k**er cops beating on my a**
Home to my '72 Velarick, praying it will last
Pa** by the rich b**hes trying to play me out
Dawging on my neighborhood, don't know what it's about
So now I'm clockin dunkets, never hang out with the rich
I'd rather hang out with the crooked at the party store, b**h
Give me codey, dawg, with a little smog
'cause it tastes better than the poisonous fog
Seeping from the sewers in my slummy neighborhood
But the ghetto got love and the love is all good
So I don't give a f** about your mansion by the lake
You can s** my dingaling until your neck breaks
'cause all I want to do is hang with the zombie
In the zone, break out with the Faygo, I'm coming home
[Chorus (1x)]
Home to the creatures, home to the crooks
Home to the fools readin witchcraft books
Home to the monsters roaming the land
I want to come home but ya don't understand
[Shaggy 2 Dope]
b**h, I'm coming home and I'm not alone
Jokers and freaks, and their dead body bones
Every single thing that you never want to see
Add it all together and you got me
I know nobody gives a f** about your punk a** rules
Keystone coppers and your hypocrite schools
I'd much rather lay around the streets of the gutter
And make dirty phone calls to your rich mother
Caught her pa**ed midnight and I'm waking up the dead
Then we playin kickball with somebody's head
We got skinny dipping in the barrels of toxic waste
After that I pour myself a little taste
So tell your daughter that she's nothing but a fat b**h
And all my homies don't care if the hoes rich
Somebody out here, please, let me know where there's a phone
I need to call my mother and tell her I'm coming home
[Chorus (1x)]
[Violent J]
And I'm coming home, chicken chicken bones
Sugar prom bushes, and ice cream cones
All these fake people sayin hi to one another
Then they sit around and talk sh** about each other
Watering they gra**, digging in they a**
Trying to make sure they didn't lose any cash
Working hard, all your life, and now you're finally rich
But look at you, you're just another whack b**h
[Shaggy 2 Dope]
Crawl in the slum that's where I'm from
Murderers and slaughterers, so that's what I've become
Spare a little change 'cause I just ran out of gas
Reach for your quarter and I'll stick your f**in a**
[Violent J] Nobody wants to be around the ghetto breed
But the ghetto got each other and that's all we really need
[Shaggy 2 Dope] So what the f** am I doing down here, I gotta land of my own
[Violent J] Eh yo, dawg, f** it, huh, we going home
[Chorus (9x)]