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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...
