JT Music - Home Alone Gangsta Rap lyrics

Kevin, you're such a disease
You're what the French
Call "les incompétents"
Look what you did, you little jerk!
Get out of my head!
Guess what's on my Christmas list this year?
I wish my family would just disappear!

So many people in this house, man
It's makin' me sick
I hope I wake up tomorrow and
They're all takin' a trip
'Cuz that would be the best present
That anyone could get me goddamn it, Fuller
Take it easy on the Pepsi!
Stupid bed-wetter, better not wet the bed, or
You'll regret it if you get
Piss on my red sweater
I'll be honest, I want none of you here
Take a guess who's not gonna
Win mom of the year, bitch!
Kevin McCallister's turned berserk
Thanks to my family
A bunch of worthless jerks
No wonder why I'm well
Versed in cursing words
I'mma take my rage out on the furnace first
Shut up! If you step on my suburban turf
Your circumstance is gonna get
Worse and worse
I'm purgin' burglars from my neighborhood
Work 'em over worse than a murderer could

It's ya boy Killa Kev with a dope track
Home alone again, but I got my own back
Yeah, look at the monster you made out of me
I guess that's what you get
For calling me a disease
Hot damn, Killa Kev, what a dope track
You don't gotta tell me, I already know that
Bringin' Harry and Marv straight
To their knees if you order me a pizza
Better make it a cheese

Yo, Uncle Frank, you can suck it
I'm eatin' junk and watchin' rubbish
It's my house, so don't you dare touch it
Or I'll smash your face in
With a couple paint buckets
I'll keep ya punks comin' back for mo'
Pray to God you're not an arachnophobe
Play with fire and you'll get burned, man
Ya still look better than Buzz's girlfriend
"Kevin, what did you do to my room?"
I done fucked it up
Don't make me do that to you
You don't hate your little brother
You just hate yourself
If I was you, Buzz, I'd hang myself
If I shoot you in the face with a pellet gun
Just be happy that I couldn't find a real one
I call this payback, you call it damnable
(Keep the change, you filthy animal)

It's ya boy Killa Kev with a dope track
Home alone again, but I got my own back
Yeah, look at the monster you made out of me
I guess that's what you get
For calling me a disease
Hot damn, Killa Kev, what a dope track
You don't gotta tell me, I already know that
Bringin' Harry and Marv straight
To their knees if you order me a pizza
Betta make it a cheese

What's the matter with me
Is it happenin' again?
Post traumatic stress
I'm about to snap again
Finally collapsed from all the abandonment
Better watch your back
'cuz Killa Kev is comin' back again
I'mma put you in another trap again
Just to watch you squirm around
See just how you handle it
I don't know what happened
But I'm not comin' back from it
Call me schizophrenic
I think we're both immaculate

It's ya boy Killa Kev with a dope track
Home alone again, but I got my own back
Yeah, look at the monster you made out of me
I guess that's what you get
For calling me a disease
Hot damn, Killa Kev, what a dope track
You don't gotta tell me, I already know that
Bringin' Harry and Marv straight
To their knees if you order me a pizza
Betta make it a cheese