I'm coming home lyrics

Artist  : Insane clown posse 
Song : 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 gangbangers shooting dirty looks

Home to the killer cops beating on my ass

Home to my '72 Velarick, praying it will last

Pass by the rich bitches 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, bitch

Give me codey, dawg, with a little smog

Cuz 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 fuck about your mansion by the
lake

You can suck my dingaling until your neck
breaks

Cuz all I wanna 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 wanna come home but ya don't understand



[Shaggy 2 Dope]

Bitch, I'm coming home and I'm not alone

Jokers and freaks, and their dead body bones

Every single thing that you never wanna see

Add it all together and you got me

I know nobody gives a fuck about your punk ass
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 passed 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 bitch

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 shit about each
other

Watering they grass, digging in they ass

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
bitch



[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 cuz I just ran out of
gas

Reach for your quarter and I'll stick your fuckin
ass



[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 fuck am I
doing down here, I gotta land of my own

[Violent J] Eh yo, dawg, fuck it, huh, we
going home



[Chorus (9x)]