"I'm Coming Home" as written by Jeffrey David Stevens and Michael James Bruce Clark....
I'm Coming Home

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
'cause 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
'cause all I want to 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 want to 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 want to 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 toxic waste
After that I pour myself a little taste
So tell your daughter that she's nothing but a fat bitch
And all my homies don't care if the hoes 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

[Chorus (1x)]

[Violent J]
And I'm coming home, chicken chicken bones
Sugar prom 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 they 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 whack bitch

[Shaggy 2 Dope]
Crawl in the 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

[Violent J] Nobody wants to be around the ghetto breed
But the ghetto got each other and that's all we really need
[Shaggy 2 Dope] So what the fuck am I doing down here, I gotta land of my own
[Violent J] Eh yo, dawg, fuck it, huh, we going home

[Chorus (9x)]


Lyrics submitted by MyAntiDrugIsSuicide

"I'm Coming Home" as written by Mike E. Clark Joseph Bruce

Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group

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    General CommentWicked Clown Love to all well kik azz song

    "hey wheres my faygo?"
    saviorsorrowon December 11, 2006   Link
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    General CommentThat is is better to be happy with who and what you are than try to be perfect. As long as you are happy and have people that care about you you don't need ritches.
    MasqueradeSeattleon August 09, 2008   Link
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    General CommentLove this song. I have been listening to ICp for about 11 years now, this song is the shit. It's like I'll take the gutter over your fake ass bullshit..because Home is where the Love is! I love the lines... all these fake people sayin hi to one another then they sit around and talk shit about eachother Watering they 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 whack bitch

    best chourus for sure!

    I'll be down til I'm dead in the ground bitches or probably longer lol
    osodeliciouson August 13, 2008   Link
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    General CommentI think he says..I never hang out with the rich I'd rather hang out with the Crickets at the party store bitch.
    Like hah crikets are better than you. there were some other typos also..like it's give me coney dog with a little smog..etc...I mean if you gonna spend time to type the shit out..type it right homie! Sorry to burst the bubble.
    osodeliciouson October 02, 2008   Link
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    Song MeaningI think this song says allot about society looking down on the poor
    gdoggon June 19, 2009   Link

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