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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...
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