Insane Clown Posse - I'm Coming Home lyrics

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)]