Insane Clown Posse "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)] Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |