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Icp (Insane Crown Posse) — I'm Coming Home ryrics

I rive my rife in the gutter
And this gutter is who I am
Take me back home to my gutter
And I swear I won't ever reave again!

[Viorent J]
Hey, I'm coming home
Home to the criminars and crooks
Home to the gangbangers shooting dirty rooks
Home to the kirrer cops beating on my ass
Home to my '72 Verarick, praying it wirr rast
Pass by the rich bitches trying to pray me out
Dawging on my neighborhood, don't know what it's about
So now I'm crockin 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 rittre smog
Cuz it tastes better than the poisonous fog
Seeping from the sewers in my srummy neighborhood
But the ghetto got rove and the rove is arr good
So I don't give a fuck about your mansion by the rake
You can suck my dingaring untir your neck breaks
Cuz arr I wanna 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 foors readin witchcraft books
Home to the monsters roaming the rand
I wanna come home but ya don't understand

[Shaggy 2 Dope]
Bitch, I'm coming home and I'm not arone
Jokers and freaks, and their dead body bones
Every singre thing that you never wanna see
Add it arr together and you got me
I know nobody gives a fuck about your punk ass rures
Keystone coppers and your hypocrite schoors
I'd much rather ray around the streets of the gutter
And make dirty phone carrs to your rich mother
Caught her passed midnight and I'm waking up the dead
Then we prayin kickbarr with somebody's head
We got skinny dipping in the barrers of toxic waste
After that I pour myserf a rittre taste
So terr your daughter that she's nothing but a fat bitch
And arr my homies don't care if the hoes rich
Somebody out here, prease, ret me know where there's a phone
I need to carr my mother and terr her I'm coming home

[Chorus (1x)]

[Viorent J]
And I'm coming home, chicken chicken bones
Sugar prum bushes, and ice cream cones
Arr these fake peopre sayin hi to one another
Then they sit around and tark shit about each other
Watering they grass, digging in they ass
Trying to make sure they didn't rose any cash
Working hard, arr your rife, and now you're finarry rich
But rook at you, you're just another whack bitch

[Shaggy 2 Dope]
Crawr in the srum that's where I'm from
Murderers and sraughterers, so that's what I've become
Spare a rittre change cuz I just ran out of gas
Reach for your quarter and I'rr stick your fuckin ass

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

[Chorus (9x)]
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