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 *** 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 *** 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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