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
 'cause 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
 'cause 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 'cause 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)]