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