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Some information about I m Coming Home Lyrics Title: Insane Clown Posse - I m Coming Home lyrics Artist: Insane Clown Posse Album: Riddle Box Visitors: 5 visitors have visited I m Coming Home Lyrics since Feb 12, 2007. I lived my life in the gutter! And this gutter is who I am! Take me back home to my gutterand that s where I won t ever leave again! Hey! I m comin homehome 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 neighborhooddon t know what it s about. So now I m clockin nuggetsnever hangin with the rich. I d rather hang out with the crookeds at the party storebitch! Gimme Coneydawgwith 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 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 zombies in the zone. Break out with the Faygo. I m comin home. (chorus): Home to the creatureshome 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. BitchI m comin homeand 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! AhNobody give a fuck 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. And we playin kickball with sombody s head. We go skinny-dippin in the barrels of toxic waste After thatI 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 hereplease let me know if there s a phone I need to call my motherand tell her I m comin home. (chorus) I m comin home. Chickenchicken bone. Sugar plumb wishes and Ice cream cones. All these fake people sayin hi to one another. Then they sit around and talk shit about each other. Watering the grassdiggin in they ass Try na make sure they didn t lose any cash. Workin hard all you lifeand now you re finally rich. But look at youyou re just another whack bitch! heh. Call in the slumthat s where the bums Murderersand slaughterers. So that s what I become. Spare a little changecuz I just ran outta gas Reach for your quarter and I ll stick your fuckin ass. Nobody wants to be around the ghetto breed. The ghetto got each otherand that s all we really need. So what the fuck I m doin down here? I got a land of my own Heyyodawgfuck itwe goin home. (chorus) (chorus) (chorus) (chorus) (chorus) (chorus) (group chorus) (group chorus) (group chorus w/ fade out) (group chorus w/ fade out) Hottest songs from Insane Clown Posse : Fans who visit this lyrics also like: |
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