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
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 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 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 tox