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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 very
Apartment 223, I'm hungry

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

Fuck the on the table
While you I take pictures of bullets in your navel
Open your and pour milk in your forehead
Count the bodies, that's four
Look behind your fuckin'
With the drill bit in your ass crack, extream
Teach you a
Fuck confession of evil I march with black sheep on the Sunset streets
With like Dracula
I walk in of ya
Draggin you stomach to McDonalds
Drink bottles and bottles, while you tryin'
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 wild habitat
My living room is the wilderness with on
My
my gun targets
Virtual is a rough end to your career
Set you on fire in a leather
Using charcoal to
Rap you eyeballs in aluminum foil
Masses(masks) on the telephone talkin to
Your black asses, with stocking I reach
I'm takin' your ass in a van to Venice Beach
In a box
down your knees with a bag of Master locks
Police can't hear you with a dead body near you
It's hot, I 'm drinkin' with a tech-9 sprayin'
fan belt motor
Stop the bullshit, you hands of the hood
I quick
Video tape you in a puddle of with razors in
dick
With an extra clip I move torso
on you hips

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

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

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

Follow you on like a haunted nightmare
Kickin' in your intestines like Rick
Standin' by the Mobil gas with a flamethrower
And a lawnmower, throwin big lighters at your fuel tank
I smash your face in the electric window, on
fenders
With my umbrella up like the
Plead guilty in court bring glocks through
X-rays going for the record
the fuck up about music, I'm playin' checkers
With blood Polo
Lookin' at the
On the dirty ass
Bones in 'frigerators spring water and
Fuck it if your
Gather crackers with flowers 'em
you eyes around 'em
Buck dishes, dial ambulance I'm on a mission
Open up shin guards in tinfoil
Warmin' my bread and Sauerkraut while your boil
and Mustard, Fuck voodoo
Paint on my face off my roof like Shaka Zulu
you area for the biggest mass hysteria
Muhammad (he mad?)
While you motherfuckers eat pork I taste humans
On my

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

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

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

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

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