All right! When we go up in this goddamn house
all I want is the motherfuckin` kids!
As far as pops I don`t give a fuck what you do...
Bust him in his motherfuckin` head!
If he got any money, take it!
If there is money there, rob the motherfuckin` joint!
As far as moms bust her in her goddamn head!
Dumb bitch, that`s the reason we`re going up in there!
She don`t know what the fuck she`s talkin` about!
Everyone get back, this is a rap jack
I`m takin` your kids` brains, you aint gettin`em back
With a move of perfection, my dissection
Some call it lethal injection
I`m gonna fill`em with hard drums
Big drums, bitches, hoes and death, come on and get some
I`m not the nigga that you want to leave your kids alone
Cause I got my own opening-dome kit
And once again I`m gonna put them under my fuckin` spell
They might start givin` you fuckin` hell
Start changin` the way they walk
They talk, they act, now, whose fuckin` fault is that?
The home invader...
Yo, moms you can basically just suck my dick!
This is a home invasion...
Yo, pops that shit you talkin` is noise! Word! You full of shit!
Check this out, moms, I said time bomb
And they sit in your house and remain calm
Till you feed`em lies and the flip
Start talkin` crazy shit (Fuck you!)
Might call you and pops a fool
Tell ya that`s why they hate school
Been offensive and askin` questions
Give your brain indigestion
Why? Why? Because I have indoctrinated the youth
Yhey`re mentally intoxicated with truth
So they know the noise you talk are lies
Pretty damn soon they`ll be by (I`m outta here)
They listen to me and i give`em the real
And every night caps get peeled
And every night a ho gets smacked
A fool gets jacked
Now, whose fuckin` fault was that?
The home invaders...
Yo! Yo! Yo!
All that shit you taught me, mom, was full of shit!
Know what I`m sayin`?
How the fuck you gonna tell me to run my motherfuckin` life?
Bitch! You dont even know who the fuck you are!
You talkin` about you don`t like rap, you don`t like how I dress!
Yo! Fuck you and pops! I`m outta here!
Both of y`all can kiss my ass...
All cops want me, so does the F.B.I.
Because my rhymes are fly
They still tryin` to stop m,e shut me down block me
Make motherfuckas boycott me
But that will never happen, it`s impossible
I move straight through all obstacles
They say I`m fuckin` up the minds of little kids
But half of my fans are in college
P.M.R.C. suck my dick, please
You can kiss my ass while you`re on your knees
Word! You`re listening to the verbal assassinator
E`s the crossfader, your factual updater
Until your cranium grows like uranium
Hard as titanium, parents, I`m blamin`em
For teachin` you lies about life, racist viewpoints
And other trite bullshit they learned back in the day
While I learned about death from an A.K.
But they`ll never quite understand
Bam, bam, bam, no gat is the Walkman
Boom, bash, yeah, yo, it`s goin` down
Me and Ice Cube are in town
But the fuckin` pigs cancelled the concert
They`re just scared of some niggers that do work
What they do? What did I do?
Just say truth motherfucka and it`s comin` through
I tell you what we did: we stole your fuckin` kids
The home invader...
All right! we got the motherfuckin` kids!
We outta here! C`mon...
