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!

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 duckets, never hang out with the rich

I'd rather hang out with the crickets at the party store, bitch

Give me coney, 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

R: 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

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

R:

And I'm coming home, chicken chicken bones

Sugar plum 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

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

Nobody wants to be around the ghetto breed

But the ghetto got each other and that's all we really need

So what the fuck am I doing down here, I gotta land of my own

Eh yo, dawg, fuck it, huh, we going home

R: (9x)