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 ain't 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   They'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 don't 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 me, 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 canceled 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