Home Invasion Lyrics

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
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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...

Ice-T Home Invasion