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Do not ring the bell, is nobody home
The spirits around will you, do not ring the bell
There is nobody

Apartment 223, I'm very
223, I'm very hungry
Apartment 223, I'm hungry

Apartment 223 body parts under my bed
Cut abdomen out stab your fuckin leather coat
I chant while candles burn with on
You will
no Hebrew on the balcony I see you
The devils coffin with corpse of
In a mental state
Schizophrenic eatin' soup
Takin a urinalysis test
I hope you wear a fuckin bullet vest
Just the charter arms .38
Then you entered the hell gate
On the pee bloody towels on sculptures
Machine gun suitcases, for all you niggaz 2 faces
murder, should have been in San Quentin
I'm doin' life to ten, I come home you goddamn
I'm goin back again

Fuck the on the table
you sleep I take pictures of bullets in your navel
Open face and pour milk in your forehead
Count the bodies, four dead
Look behind your back
With the drill bit in your ass crack, extream
Teach you a
your confession of evil I march with black sheep on the Sunset streets
With like Dracula
I in back of ya
Draggin you stomach parts to
Drink Absolute bottles and bottles, while you
To fuck with the most models

223, I'm very hungry
Apartment 223, I'm hungry
223, I'm very hungry

As you see the sign, beware of
A fuckin habitat
My living room is the wilderness spots on
My
Practicing my gun
Virtual is a rough end to your career
Set you on fire in a chair
charcoal to broil
Rap you jealous in aluminum foil
Masses(masks) on the telephone talkin to
Your black asses, with stocking I reach
I'm takin' your ass in a rented van to Beach
In a box
Beatin' down knees with a bag of Master locks
Police can't you with a dead body tied near you
It's hot, I 'm soda with a tech-9 sprayin'
Your fan motor
Stop the bullshit, blast you hands of the
I pull
Video you in a puddle of blood with razors in
Your
an extra clip I move your torso
Spit on you

With Mac-11 vice grips, is major
my sneakers stompin' on your pager
With my cup of Maxwell coffee, I like whose

Fuck the critics I your back
Steam burn your straight leg jeans
Soakin your bones out in the washing machine,
Tide soap in the Laundromat you witness the
man got scared called Riverdale with a baseball
Hat, took a cab to
I know where goin'
You can't hide in an empty with a mattress
And no protection, with a New psycho
Bombshells in the section
I'm pressin bells and bells and bells till you
Let me in

Apartment 223, I'm hungry
223, I'm very hungry
Apartment 223, I'm very

Follow you on tour like a nightmare
Kickin' in intestines like Rick Flair
by the Mobil gas station with a flamethrower
And a fuckin lawnmower, big lighters at your fuel tank
I smash face in the electric window, piss on
Your
With my up like the Avengers
Plead guilty in court bring glocks through
X-rays going for the worlds
Shut the fuck up music, I'm playin' checkers
blood Polo shirts
Lookin' at the
On the ass terrace
in 'frigerators spring water and lettuce
Fuck it if your
Gather with flowers around 'em
you eyes around 'em
Buck dishes, dial your I'm on a mission
Open up shin guards in tinfoil
my bread and Sauerkraut while your legs boil
Ketchup and Mustard, Fuck
Paint on my face lookin off my like Shaka Zulu
Surroundin you area for the biggest mass
Muhammad (he mad?)
While you motherfuckers eat pork I taste humans
On my

Apartment 223, I'm very
Apartment 223, I'm very
223, I'm very hungry

Apartment 223, I'm hungry
223, I'm very hungry
Apartment 223, I'm very

Apartment 223, I'm hungry
Apartment 223, I'm hungry
223, I'm very hungry

Apartment 223, I'm very
223, I'm very hungry
Apartment 223, I'm hungry

You do not see anything on the table? Well wait I get the box