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

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

Apartment 223 with body under my bed
Cut your abdomen out stab your fuckin coat
I chant while candles burn with on
You will
Christian no on the balcony I see you
The devils coffin corpse of course
In a mental state
Schizophrenic eatin' Campbell's
Takin a piss test
I hope you a fuckin bullet proof vest
purchased the charter arms .38
Then you entered the hell gate
On the pee floor towels on sculptures
gun suitcases, for all you niggaz with 2 faces
Mass murder, have been in San Quentin
I'm doin' life to ten, when I come you goddamn
I'm goin back again

Fuck the drinks on the
you sleep I take pictures of bullets in your navel
Open your face and milk in your forehead
Count the bodies, that's four
behind your fuckin' back
With the drill bit in ass crack, extream pressure
you a lesson
Fuck your of evil I march with black sheep on the Sunset streets
With like Dracula
I in back of ya
Draggin you parts to McDonalds
Drink Absolute bottles and bottles, while you
To fuck the most exotic models

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

As you see the sign, of animals
A fuckin wild
My living room is the with spots on
My
Practicing my gun
Virtual reality is a end to your career
Set you on fire in a chair
charcoal to broil
Rap you eyeballs in aluminum foil
Wearin' Masses(masks) on the talkin to
Your black asses, stocking caps I reach
I'm takin' your ass in a rented van to Beach
In a box
Beatin' your 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 with a tech-9
Your fan belt
Stop the bullshit, blast you hands of the
I pull
Video tape you in a puddle of with razors in
Your
an extra clip I move your torso
Spit on you

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

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

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

Follow you on tour a haunted nightmare
Kickin' in intestines like Rick Flair
Standin' by the Mobil gas station a flamethrower
And a fuckin lawnmower, big lighters at your fuel tank
I smash face in the electric window, piss on
fenders
With my umbrella up like the
Plead guilty in court glocks through security
going for the worlds record
Shut the fuck up music, I'm playin' checkers
blood Polo shirts
Lookin' at the
On the ass terrace
Bones in 'frigerators water and lettuce
it if your jealous
Gather crackers with around 'em
Keep you eyes 'em
Buck dishes, dial your ambulance I'm on a
up your shin guards in tinfoil
Warmin' my bread and Sauerkraut while legs boil
and Mustard, Fuck voodoo
Paint on my face lookin off my roof Shaka Zulu
Surroundin you area for the mass hysteria
Muhammad (he mad?)
While you motherfuckers eat pork I taste real
On my

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

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

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