| I live my life in the gutter
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| And this gutter is who I am
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| Take me back home to my gutter
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| And I swear I won’t ever leave again!
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| Hey, I’m coming home
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| Home to the criminals and crooks
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| Home to the gangbangers shooting dirty looks
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| Home to the killer cops beating on my ass
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| Home to my '72 Volaré, praying it will last
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| Past all the rich bitches trying to play me out
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| Doggin' on my neighborhood, don’t know what it’s about
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| So now I’m clockin' ducats, never hangin' with the rich
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| I’d rather hang out with the crackheads at the party store, bitch
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| Give me coney dog, with a little smog
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| Nothin' tastes better than the poisonous fog
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| Seeping from the sewers in my slummy neighborhood
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| But the ghetto got love and the love is all good
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| So I don’t give a fuck about your mansion by the lake
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| You can suck my dingaling until your neck breaks
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| 'Cause all I wanna do is hang with the zombies in the zone
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| Break out with the Faygo, I’m coming home
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| Home to the creatures, home to the crooks
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| Home to the fools readin' witchcraft books
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| Home to the monsters roaming the land
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| I wanna come home but ya don’t understand
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| (Won't you be there?)
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| Bitch, I’m coming home and I’m not alone
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| Jokers and freaks, and their dead body bones
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| Every single thing that you never wanna see
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| Add it all together and you got me
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| Ah, nobody gives a fuck about your punk-ass rules
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| Keystone coppers and your hypocrite schools
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| I’d much rather lay around the streets of the gutter
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| And make dirty phone calls to your rich mother
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| A quarter-past midnight and I’m waking up the dead
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| Then we playin' kickball with somebody’s head
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| We go skinny dippin' in the barrels of toxic waste
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| After that I pour myself a little taste
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| So tell your daughter that she’s nothin' but a fat bitch
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| And all my homies don’t care if the ho’s rich
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| Somebody out here, please, let me know where there’s a phone
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| I need to call my mother and tell her I’m coming home
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| Home to the creatures, home to the crooks
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| Home to the fools readin' witchcraft books
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| Home to the monsters roaming the land
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| I wanna come home but ya don’t understand
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| Don’t- Don’t- Don’t- Don’t- Don’t- Don’t-
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| (Won't you be there? Won’t you be there?)
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| Don’t- Don’t- Don’t- Don’t- Don’t- Don’t-
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| (Won't you be there? Won’t you be there?)
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| Don’t- Don’t- Don’t- Don’t- Don’t- Don’t-
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| (Won't you be there? Won’t you be there?)
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| (Won't you be there? Won’t you be there?)
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| Now I’m coming home, chicken chicken bone
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| Sugarplum bushes and ice cream cones
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| All these fake people sayin' hi to one another
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| Then they sit around and talk shit about each other
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| Watering the grass, digging in they ass
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| Trying to make sure they didn’t lose any cash
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| Working hard all your life, and now you’re finally rich
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| But look at you, you’re just another wack bitch, heh
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| Call it a slum, that’s where I’m from
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| Murderers and slaughterers, so that’s what I’ve become
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| Spare a little change 'cause I just ran out of gas
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| Reach for your quarter and I’ll stick your fuckin' ass
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| Nobody wants to be around the ghetto breed
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| The ghetto got each other and that’s all we really need
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| So what the fuck I’m doing down here? |
| I got a land of my own
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| Eh yo, dog, fuck it, heh, we going home
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| Home to the creatures, home to the crooks
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| Home to the fools readin' witchcraft books
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| Home to the monsters roaming the land
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| I wanna come home but ya don’t understand
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| Home to the creatures, home to the crooks
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| Home to the fools readin' witchcraft books
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| Home to the monsters roaming the land
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| I wanna come home but ya don’t understand
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| Home to the creatures, home to the crooks
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| Home to the fools readin' witchcraft books
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| Home to the monsters roaming the land
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| I wanna come home but ya don’t understand
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| Home to the creatures, home to the crooks
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| Home to the fools readin' witchcraft books
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| Home to the monsters roaming the land
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| I wanna come home but ya don’t understand
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| Home to the creatures, home to the crooks
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| Home to the fools readin' witchcraft books
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| Home to the monsters roaming the land
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| I wanna come home but ya don’t understand
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| Home to the creatures, home to the crooks
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| Home to the fools readin' witchcraft books
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| Home to the monsters roaming the land
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| I wanna come home but ya don’t understand
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| Home to the creatures, home to the crooks
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| Home to the fools readin' witchcraft books
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| Home to the monsters roaming the land
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| I wanna come home but ya don’t understand
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| Home to the creatures, home to the crooks
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| Home to the fools readin' witchcraft books
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| Home to the monsters roaming the land
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| I wanna come home but ya don’t understand
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| Home to the creatures, home to the crooks
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| Home to the fools readin' witchcraft books
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| Home to the monsters roaming the land
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| I wanna come home but ya don’t understand
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| Home to the creatures, home to the crooks
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| Home to the fools readin' witchcraft books
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| Home to the monsters roaming the land
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| I wanna come home but ya don’t understand
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| Home to the creatures, home to the crooks
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| Home to the fools readin' witchcraft books |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song I'm Coming Home , by - Insane Clown Posse. Song from the album Riddle Box 20th Anniversary Edition, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп