I'm Coming Home (Explicit)

I'm Coming Home (Explicit) - Insane Clown Posse

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 a**

Home to my '72 Velarick praying it will last

Pass by the rich b**ches 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**ch

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 f**k 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

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

B**ch 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 f**k 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 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 b**ch

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

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

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 sh*t about each other

Watering they grass 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**ch

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 f**kin a**

Nobody wants to be around the ghetto breed

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

So what the f**k am I doing down here I gotta land of my own

Eh yo dawg f**k it huh we going home

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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