Home Invasion lyrics

Alright when we go up in this goddamn house
All I want is the motherf*ckin' kids!
As far as pops I don't give a f*ck what you do...
Bust him in his motherf*ckin' head!
If he got any money, take it!
If there is money in there, rob the motherf*ckin' joint!
As far as moms, bust her in her goddamn head!
Dumb b*tch, that's the reason we're going up in there!
She don't know what the f*ck she's talkin' about!

Everyone get back, this is a rap jack
I'm takin' your kids' brains, you ain't gettin 'em back
'Cos I move with perfection, my dissection
Some call it lethal injection
I'm gonna fill 'em with hard drums
Big drums, b*tches, hoes and death, come on and get some
I'm not the n*gga that you want to leave your kid alone with
Cause I got my own opening-dome kit
And once again I get 'em up under my f*ckin' spell
They might start givin' you f*ckin' hell
Start changin' the way they walk
They talk, they act, now, whose f*ckin' fault is that?
The home invader...

Yo, moms you can basically just suck my di*k!
This is a home invasion...
Yo, pops that sh*t you talkin' is noise! Word! You full of sh*t!
Check this out, moms, I set timebombs
And they sit in your house and remain calm
Till you feed 'em lies and the flip
Start talkin' crazy sh*t (f*ck 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
They're mentally intoxicated with truth
So they know the noise you talk are lies
Pretty damn soon they'll be bye-bye (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 f*ckin' fault was that?
The home invaders...

Yo! Yo! Yo!
All that sh*t you taught me, mom, was full of sh*t!
Know what I'm sayin'?
How the f*ck you gonna tell me to run my motherf*ckin' life?
b*tch! You don't even know who the f*ck you are!
You talkin' about you don't like rap, you don't like how I dress!
Yo! f*ck you and pops! I'm outta here! Both of y'all can kiss my ass!
All cops want me, so does the FBI
Because my rhymes are fly
They still tryin' to stop me, shut me down, block me
Make muthaf*ckas boycott me
But that'll never happen, it's impossible
I move straight through all obstacles
They say I'm f*ckin' up the minds of little kids
But half of my fans are in college
P.M.R.C. suck my di*k, please
You can kiss my ass while you're on your knees
Word! You're listening to the verbal assassinator
E hits the crossfader, I hit your factual data
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 bullsh*t they learned back in the day
While I yell about death from an AK
But they'll never quite understand
Bam, bam, bam, no gat - it's a Walkman
Boom, bash, yeah, yo, it's goin' down
Me and Ice Cube are in town
But the f*ckin' pigs cancelled the concert
They're just scared of some n*ggers that do work
What did they do? What did I do?
Just say truth muthaf*cka and it's comin' through
I tell you what we did
We stole your f*ckin' kids
The home invader...
All right! we got the motherf*ckin' kids! We outta here! C'mon...