All right! when we go up in this goddamn house
all i want is the motherfuckinand' kids!
as far as pops i donand't give a fuck what you do...
bust him in his motherfuckinand' head!
if he got any money take it!
if there is money there rob the motherfuckinand' joint!
as far as moms bust her in her goddamn head!
dumb bitch thatand's the reason weand're going up in there!
she donand't know what the fuck sheand's talkinand' about!
Everyone get back, this is a rap jack
iand'm takinand' your kidsand' brains, you aint gettinand'em back
with a move of perfection, my dissection
some call it lethal injection
iand'm gonna filland'em with hard drums
big drums, bitches, hoes and death, come on and get some
iand'm not the nigga that you want to leave your kids alone
cause i got my own opening-dome kit
and once again iand'm gonna put them under my fuckinand' spell
they might start givinand' you fuckinand' hell
start changinand' the way they walk
they talk, they act, now, whose fuckinand' 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 talkinand' 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 feedand'em lies and the flip
start talkinand' crazy shit (fuck you!)
might call you and pops a fool
tell ya thatand's why they hate school
been offensive and askinand' questions
give your brain indigestion
why? why? because i have indoctrinated the youth
yheyand're mentally intoxicated with truth
so they know the noise you talk are lies
pretty damn soon theyand'll be by (iand'm outta here)
they listen to me and i giveand'em the real
and every night caps get peeled
and every night a ho gets smacked
a fool gets jacked
now, whose fuckinand' fault was that?
the home invaders...
Yo! yo! yo!
all that shit you taught me, mom, was full of shit!
know what iand'm sayinand'?
how the fuck you gonna tell me to run my motherfuckinand' life?
bitch! you dont even know who the fuck you are!
you talkinand' about you donand't like rap, you donand't like how i dress!
yo! fuck you and pops! iand'm outta here!
both of yand'all can kiss my ass...
All cops want me, so does the f.b.i.
because my rhymes are fly
they still tryinand' to stop m,e shut me down block me
make motherfuckas boycott me
but that will never happen, itand's impossible
i move straight through all obstacles
they say iand'm fuckinand' 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 youand're on your knees
word! youand're listening to the verbal assassinator
eand's the crossfader, your factual updater
until your cranium grows like uranium
hard as titanium, parents, iand'm blaminand'em
for teachinand' 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 theyand'll never quite understand
bam, bam, bam, no gat is the walkman
boom, bash, yeah, yo, itand's goinand' down
me and ice cube are in town
but the fuckinand' pigs cancelled the concert
theyand're just scared of some niggers that do work
what they do? what did i do?
just say truth motherfucka and itand's cominand' through
i tell you what we did: we stole your fuckinand' kids
the home invader...
All right! we got the motherfuckinand' kids!
we outta here! cand'mon...
