| Lyrics: | 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 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 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.
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-dippi |
