Insane Clown Posse, Project Pat - I'm Coming Home lyrics

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!

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 Volaré, praying it will last
Past all the rich bitches trying
To play me out doggin' on my neighborhood
Don't know what it's about
So now I'm clockin' ducats
Never hangin' with the rich
I'd rather hang out with the
Crackheads at the party store, bitch
Give me coney dog, with a little smog
Nothin' 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
'Cause all I wanna do is hang
With the zombies in the zone
Break out with the Faygo, I'm coming home

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
(Won't you be there?)

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
Ah, 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
A quarter past midnight and I'm
Waking up the dead
Then we playin' kickball with somebody's head
We go skinny dippin' in the
Barrels of toxic waste
After that I pour myself a little taste
So tell your daughter that she's
Nothin' but a fat bitch
And all my homies don't care if the ho's rich
Somebody out here, please
Let me know where there's a phone
I need to call my mother and
Tell her I'm coming home

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

Don't- Don't- Don't- Don't- Don't- Don't-
(Won't you be there? Won't you be there?)
Don't- Don't- Don't- Don't- Don't- Don't-
(Won't you be there? Won't you be there?)
Don't- Don't- Don't- Don't- Don't- Don't-
(Won't you be there? Won't you be there?)
(Won't you be there? Won't you be there?)

Now I'm coming home, chicken chicken bone
Sugarplum bushes 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, digging in they ass
Trying to make sure they didn't lose any cash
Working hard all your life
And now you're finally rich
But look at you, you're
Just another wack bitch, heh
Call it a slum, that's where I'm from
Murderers and slaughterers
So that's what I've become
Spare a little change 'cause I
Just ran out of 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 doing down here?
I got a land of my own
Eh yo, dog, fuck it, heh, we going home

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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
Home to the creatures, home to the crooks
Home to the fools readin' witchcraft books