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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...
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