Home Invasion Lyrics - 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 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 

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 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 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