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 $$#
Home to my '72 Velarick, praying it will last
Pass by the rich (*##$es 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, (*##$

Give me codey, dawg, with a little smog
Cuz 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 $#&@ about your mansion by the lake
You can suck my dingaling until your neck breaks

Cuz all 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 fools readin witchcraft books

Home to the monsters roaming the land
I wanna come home but ya don't understand


[Shaggy 2 Dope]
(*##$, 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 nobody gives a $#&@ about your punk $$# 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 (*##$
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 plum bushes, and ice cream cones
All these fake people sayin hi to one another

Then they sit around and talk %#@! about each other
Watering they grass, digging in they $$#
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 (*##$


[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 cuz I just ran out of gas
Reach for your quarter and I'll stick your $#&@in $$#


[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 $#&@ am I doing down here, I gotta land of my own

[Violent J] Eh yo, dawg, $#&@ it, huh, we going home

[Chorus (9x)]