I lived my life in the gutter
And this gutter is who I am
Take me back home to my gutter
And that`s where I won`t ever leave, again

Hey! I`m comin` home, home to the criminals and crooks
Home to the Gangbangers shootin` dirty looks
Home to the killer cops beatin` down my ass
Home to my 72 Vallary prayin` it will last
Past all the rich bitches try`na play me out
Doggin` on my neighborhood, don`t know what it`s about
So now I`m clockin` nuggets, never hangin` with the rich
I`d rather hang out with the crookeds at the party store, bitch

Gimme Coney, Dawg, with a little smog
`Cuz it tastes better than the poisonous fog
Seen it 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 Zombies in the Zone
Break out with the Faygo, I`m comin` home

Home to the creatures, home to the crooks
Home to the fools readin` witchcraft books
Home to the monsters roamin` the land
I wanna come home but ya don`t understand

Bitch, I`m comin` home, and I`m not alone
Jokers and freaks and the dead body bones
Every single thing that ya never wanna see
Add it all together and ya got me
Ah, nobody give a f**k about your punk ass rules
Keystone coppers and your hypocrite schools
I`d much rather lay around the streets and the gutter
And make dirty phone calls to your rich mother

Put up last midnight and I`m wakin` up the dead
Then we playin` kickball with sombody`s head
We go skinny-dippin` in the barrels of toxic waste
After that, I pour myself a little taste
So tell your mother that she`s nothin` but a fat bitch
And all my homies don`t care if the hoe`s rich
Somebody out here, please let me know if there`s a phone
I need to call my mother, and tell her I`m comin` home

Home to the creatures, home to the crooks
Home to the fools readin` witchcraft books
Home to the monsters roamin` 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 roamin` 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 roamin` the land
I wanna come home but ya don`t understand
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