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Home Invasion
All right! When we go up in this goddamn house
all I want is the motherfuckin kids!
As far as pops I dont 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, thats the reason were going up in there!
She dont know what the fuck shes talkin about!
Everyone get back, this is a rap jack
Im takin your kids brains, you aint gettinem back
With a move of perfection, my dissection
Some call it lethal injection
Im gonna fillem with hard drums
Big drums, bitches, hoes and death, come on and get some
Im not the nigga that you want to leave your kids alone
Cause I got my own opening-dome kit
And once again Im 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 feedem lies and the flip
Start talkin crazy shit (Fuck you!)
Might call you and pops a fool
Tell ya thats why they hate school
Been offensive and askin questions
Give your brain indigestion
Why? Why? Because I have indoctrinated the youth
Yheyre mentally intoxicated with truth
So they know the noise you talk are lies
Pretty damn soon theyll be by (Im outta here)
They listen to me and i giveem 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 Im 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 dont like rap, you dont like how I dress!
Yo! Fuck you and pops! Im outta here!
Both of yall 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, its impossible
I move straight through all obstacles
They say Im 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 youre on your knees
Word! Youre listening to the verbal assassinator
Es the crossfader, your factual updater
Until your cranium grows like uranium
Hard as titanium, parents, Im blaminem
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 theyll never quite understand
Bam, bam, bam, no gat is the Walkman
Boom, bash, yeah, yo, its goin down
Me and Ice Cube are in town
But the fuckin pigs cancelled the concert
Theyre just scared of some niggers that do work
What they do? What did I do?
Just say truth motherfucka and its 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! Cmon...
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