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insane clown posse - i'm coming home كلمات الأغنية

[intro: sh-ggy 2 dope]
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!

[verse 1: violent j]
hey, i’m coming home
home to the criminals and crooks
home to the g-ngb-ngers shooting dirty looks
home to the k!ller cops beating on my -ss
home to my ’72 volaré, praying it will last
past all the rich b-tches trying to play me out
d-gg-n’ on my neighborhood, don’t know what it’s about
so now i’m clockin’ ducats, never hang out with the rich
i’d rather hang out with the crackheads at the party store, b-tch
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 f-ck 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 coming home

[hook (1x)]
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

[verse 2: sh-ggy 2 dope]
b-tch, 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
i know n0body gives a f-ck about your punk -ss 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 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 b-tch
and all my homies don’t care if the hoe’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

[hook (1x)]

[verse 3: both]
[violent j]
and i’m coming home, chicken chicken bones
sugar plumb bushes, and ice cream cones
all these fake people sayin’ hi to one another
then they sit around and talk sh-t about each other
watering they gr-ss, digging in they -ss
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 b-tch

[sh-ggy 2 dope]
call it a slum that’s where i’m from
murderers and slaughterers, so that’s what i’ve become
spare a little change cuz i just ran out of gas
reach for your quarter and i’ll stick your f-ckin’ -ss

[violent j]
n0body wants to be around the ghetto breed
the ghetto got each other and that’s all we really need

[sh-ggy 2 dope]
so what the f-ck i’m doing down here? i got a land of my own

[violent j]
eh yo, dawg, f-ck it, huh, we going home

[hook (9x)]

- insane clown posse

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