Song Title: I'm Comin' Home
Album: Riddle Box
JC#: 3
Artist: Insane Clown Posse



S2D: "I lived 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!" 

VJ: "Hey, I'm comin� home 
Home to the criminals and crooks 
Home to the gangbangers shootin� 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 tryin� to play me out. 
Doggin� on my neighborhood, don't know what it's about. 
So now I'm clockin� dunkets, never hang with the rich 
I'd rather hang out with the crookeds at the party store, bitch. 
Gimme coney dog, with a little smog 
Nuthin� 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. 
Cuz all I wanna do is hang with the zombies 
In the zone, break out with the Faygo,
I'm coming home." 

[CHORUS:]
"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)" 

S2D: "Bitch, I'm comin� 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. 
Uh, nobody gives a fuck about your punkass 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. 
Quarter past midnight and I'm wakin� 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 nuthin� but a fat bitch 
And all my homies don't care if the hoes 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." 

[CHORUS] 

"Wont you be there" [repeated]

VJ: "I'm comin� home, chicken chicken bone 
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 the grass, diggin� in they ass, 
Tryin� 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." 

S2D: "Crawl in the slummmm, that's where I'm frommmm 
Murderers and slaughterers, so that's what I've becomme 
Spare a little change, cuz I just ran outta gas. 
Reach for your quarter and I'll stick your fuckin� ass." 

VJ: "Nobody wants to be around the ghetto breed 
The ghetto got each other and that's all we really need." 

S2D: "So what the fuck I�m doin� down here, I got a land of my own." 

VJ: "Eh yo, dawg, fuck it, huh, we goin� home." 

[CHORUS x9]