Home Invasion - Ice T

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...