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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 wont 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 tryna 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.
Id 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 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.

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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 fuck about your punk ass rules.
Keystone coppers and your hypocrite schools.
Id 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 sombodys 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 hoes 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.

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I'm comin home. Chicken, chicken 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 grass, diggin in they ass,
Tryna make sure they didn't lose any cash.
Workin hard all you life, and now you're finally rich.
But look at you, you're just another whack bitch! Heh.
Call in the slum, that's where the bums,
Murderers, and slaughterers. So that's what I become.
Spare a little change, cuz 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 other, and that's all we really need.
So what the fuck I'm doin down here? I got a land of my own,
Hey, yo, dawg, fuck it, we goin home.

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