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Do not ring the bell, there is home
The spirits around will haunt you, do not ring the
There is home

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

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

Fuck the drinks on the
While you sleep I pictures of bullets in your navel
your face and pour milk in your forehead
Count the bodies, that's dead
Look your fuckin' back
With the bit in your ass crack, extream pressure
you a lesson
Fuck your confession of evil I with black sheep on the Sunset streets
hoods like Dracula
I in back of ya
Draggin you stomach to McDonalds
Drink Absolute bottles and bottles, you tryin'
To fuck with the most models

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

As you see the sign, beware of
A fuckin wild
My room is the wilderness with spots on
My
my gun targets
Virtual reality is a rough end to career
Set you on fire in a leather
Using to broil
Rap you eyeballs in aluminum foil
Masses(masks) on the telephone talkin to
Your black asses, with stocking caps I
I'm takin' ass in a rented van to Venice Beach
In a box
Beatin' down knees with a bag of Master locks
Police can't hear you with a dead tied near you
It's hot, I 'm drinkin' soda a tech-9 sprayin'
Your fan belt
the bullshit, blast you hands of the hood
I quick
Video tape you in a puddle of blood razors in
Your
With an clip I move your torso
Spit on you

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

Fuck the critics I press back
Steam through your straight leg jeans
Soakin bones out in the washing machine, with
soap in the Laundromat you witness the killing
Your man got scared called Riverdale a baseball
Hat, took a cab to
I know where he's
You can't hide in an empty apartment with a
And no protection, a New York psycho
in the Hollywood section
I'm pressin bells and bells and bells you fuckin
Let me in

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

Follow you on tour a haunted nightmare
Kickin' in your intestines like Rick
Standin' by the Mobil gas with a flamethrower
And a fuckin lawnmower, throwin big lighters at fuel tank
I smash face in the electric window, piss on
fenders
With my umbrella up like the
Plead guilty in bring glocks through security
X-rays for the worlds record
Shut the fuck up about music, I'm playin'
With blood Polo
at the fireworks
On the ass terrace
Bones in 'frigerators water and lettuce
Fuck it if jealous
Gather crackers flowers around 'em
you eyes around 'em
Buck dishes, dial ambulance I'm on a mission
up your shin guards in tinfoil
Warmin' my and Sauerkraut while your legs boil
and Mustard, Fuck voodoo
Paint on my face lookin off my roof like Shaka
Surroundin you area for the mass hysteria
don't (he mad?)
While you eat pork I taste real humans
On my

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

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

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

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

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