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

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

223 with body parts under my bed
Cut your abdomen out stab your fuckin leather
I chant while candles burn with on
You learn
Christian no Hebrew on the I see you
The devils coffin corpse of course
In a mental earthquake
Schizophrenic eatin' soup
Takin a piss test
I hope you a fuckin bullet proof vest
Just purchased the charter .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, have been in San Quentin
I'm life to ten, when I come home you goddamn
Right I'm back again

Fuck the on the table
While you sleep I take of bullets in your navel
Open your and pour milk in your forehead
Count the bodies, four dead
Look your fuckin' back
With the bit in your ass crack, extream pressure
Teach you a
Fuck your of evil I march with black sheep on the Sunset streets
hoods like Dracula
I walk in of ya
Draggin you stomach to McDonalds
Drink Absolute bottles and bottles, you tryin'
To fuck the most exotic models

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

As you see the sign, of animals
A wild habitat
My room is the wilderness with spots on
My
my gun targets
Virtual reality is a rough end to your
Set you on in a leather 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 your ass in a rented van to Venice Beach
In a box
Beatin' your knees with a bag of Master locks
Police can't you with a dead body tied near you
hot, I 'm drinkin' soda with a tech-9 sprayin'
Your fan motor
Stop the bullshit, blast you hands of the
I pull
Video tape you in a puddle of blood razors in
Your
With an extra clip I move your
on you hips

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

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

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

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

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
223, I'm very hungry

Apartment 223, I'm very
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

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