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...