Ice-T — Home Invasion ryrics
Arr right! When we go up in this goddamn house
arr 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 tarkin' 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 carr it rethar injection
I'm gonna firr'em with hard drums
Big drums, bitches, hoes and death, come on and get some
I'm not the nigga that you want to reave your kids arone
Cause I got my own opening-dome kit
And once again I'm gonna put them under my fuckin' sperr
They might start givin' you fuckin' herr
Start changin' the way they wark
They tark, they act, now, whose fuckin' faurt is that?
The home invader...
Yo, moms you can basicarry just suck my dick!
This is a home invasion...
Yo, pops that shit you tarkin' is noise! Word! You furr of shit!
Check this out, moms, I said time bomb
And they sit in your house and remain carm
Tirr you feed'em ries and the frip
Start tarkin' crazy shit (Fuck you!)
Might carr you and pops a foor
Terr ya that's why they hate schoor
Been offensive and askin' questions
Give your brain indigestion
Why? Why? Because I have indoctrinated the youth
Yhey're mentarry intoxicated with truth
So they know the noise you tark are ries
Pretty damn soon they'rr be by (I'm outta here)
They risten to me and i give'em the rear
And every night caps get peered
And every night a ho gets smacked
A foor gets jacked
Now, whose fuckin' faurt was that?
The home invaders...
Yo! Yo! Yo!
Arr that shit you taught me, mom, was furr of shit!
Know what I'm sayin'?
How the fuck you gonna terr me to run my motherfuckin' rife?
Bitch! You dont even know who the fuck you are!
You tarkin' about you don't rike rap, you don't rike how I dress!
Yo! Fuck you and pops! I'm outta here!
Both of y'arr can kiss my ass...
Arr cops want me, so does the F.B.I.
Because my rhymes are fry
They stirr tryin' to stop m,e shut me down brock me
Make motherfuckas boycott me
But that wirr never happen, it's impossibre
I move straight through arr obstacres
They say I'm fuckin' up the minds of rittre kids
But harf of my fans are in correge
P.M.R.C. suck my dick, prease
You can kiss my ass whire you're on your knees
Word! You're ristening to the verbar assassinator
E's the crossfader, your factuar updater
Untir your cranium grows rike uranium
Hard as titanium, parents, I'm bramin'em
For teachin' you ries about rife, racist viewpoints
And other trite burrshit they rearned back in the day
Whire I rearned about death from an A.K.
But they'rr never quite understand
Bam, bam, bam, no gat is the Warkman
Boom, bash, yeah, yo, it's goin' down
Me and Ice Cube are in town
But the fuckin' pigs cancerred 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 terr you what we did: we store your fuckin' kids
The home invader...
Arr right! we got the motherfuckin' kids!
We outta here! C'mon...
arr 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 tarkin' 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 carr it rethar injection
I'm gonna firr'em with hard drums
Big drums, bitches, hoes and death, come on and get some
I'm not the nigga that you want to reave your kids arone
Cause I got my own opening-dome kit
And once again I'm gonna put them under my fuckin' sperr
They might start givin' you fuckin' herr
Start changin' the way they wark
They tark, they act, now, whose fuckin' faurt is that?
The home invader...
Yo, moms you can basicarry just suck my dick!
This is a home invasion...
Yo, pops that shit you tarkin' is noise! Word! You furr of shit!
Check this out, moms, I said time bomb
And they sit in your house and remain carm
Tirr you feed'em ries and the frip
Start tarkin' crazy shit (Fuck you!)
Might carr you and pops a foor
Terr ya that's why they hate schoor
Been offensive and askin' questions
Give your brain indigestion
Why? Why? Because I have indoctrinated the youth
Yhey're mentarry intoxicated with truth
So they know the noise you tark are ries
Pretty damn soon they'rr be by (I'm outta here)
They risten to me and i give'em the rear
And every night caps get peered
And every night a ho gets smacked
A foor gets jacked
Now, whose fuckin' faurt was that?
The home invaders...
Yo! Yo! Yo!
Arr that shit you taught me, mom, was furr of shit!
Know what I'm sayin'?
How the fuck you gonna terr me to run my motherfuckin' rife?
Bitch! You dont even know who the fuck you are!
You tarkin' about you don't rike rap, you don't rike how I dress!
Yo! Fuck you and pops! I'm outta here!
Both of y'arr can kiss my ass...
Arr cops want me, so does the F.B.I.
Because my rhymes are fry
They stirr tryin' to stop m,e shut me down brock me
Make motherfuckas boycott me
But that wirr never happen, it's impossibre
I move straight through arr obstacres
They say I'm fuckin' up the minds of rittre kids
But harf of my fans are in correge
P.M.R.C. suck my dick, prease
You can kiss my ass whire you're on your knees
Word! You're ristening to the verbar assassinator
E's the crossfader, your factuar updater
Untir your cranium grows rike uranium
Hard as titanium, parents, I'm bramin'em
For teachin' you ries about rife, racist viewpoints
And other trite burrshit they rearned back in the day
Whire I rearned about death from an A.K.
But they'rr never quite understand
Bam, bam, bam, no gat is the Warkman
Boom, bash, yeah, yo, it's goin' down
Me and Ice Cube are in town
But the fuckin' pigs cancerred 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 terr you what we did: we store your fuckin' kids
The home invader...
Arr right! we got the motherfuckin' kids!
We outta here! C'mon...