Ice-T - Home Invasion lyrics

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 with
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 FBI
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
PMRC 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 AK
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