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

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

223 with body parts under my bed
Cut your abdomen out stab your fuckin coat
I chant while candles with robes on
You will
no Hebrew on the balcony I see you
The coffin with corpse of course
In a mental earthquake
Schizophrenic eatin' Campbell's
a piss urinalysis test
I hope you wear a fuckin bullet proof
Just purchased the arms .38
Then you entered the hell gate
On the pee floor towels on sculptures
Machine gun suitcases, for all you niggaz with 2
murder, should have been in San Quentin
I'm doin' life to ten, when I come home you
I'm goin back again

Fuck the on the table
you sleep I take pictures of bullets in your navel
Open your face and pour milk in forehead
Count the bodies, that's four
Look behind fuckin' back
With the drill bit in ass crack, extream pressure
Teach you a
Fuck your of evil I march 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, while you
To with the most exotic models

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

As you see the sign, of animals
A fuckin habitat
My room is the wilderness with spots on
My
Practicing my gun
reality is a rough 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 telephone to
Your black asses, stocking caps I reach
I'm takin' ass in a rented van to Venice Beach
In a box
down 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
the bullshit, blast you hands of the hood
I pull
Video tape you in a of blood with razors in
Your
With an extra clip I your torso
on you hips

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

Fuck the critics I press your
Steam burn your straight leg jeans
Soakin your out in the washing machine, with
soap in the Laundromat 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 apartment with a mattress
And no protection, a New York psycho
Bombshells in the Hollywood
I'm pressin bells and bells and bells till you
Let me in

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

Follow you on tour like a haunted
Kickin' in your intestines like Flair
Standin' by the Mobil gas station with a
And a fuckin lawnmower, throwin big lighters at fuel tank
I smash your face in the window, piss on
fenders
With my umbrella up the Avengers
guilty in court bring glocks through security
X-rays going for the worlds
the fuck up about music, I'm playin' checkers
With blood shirts
Lookin' at the
On the dirty ass
in 'frigerators spring water and lettuce
Fuck it if your
Gather with flowers around 'em
Keep you around 'em
Buck dishes, dial your ambulance I'm on a
Open up shin guards in tinfoil
Warmin' my bread and Sauerkraut while your legs
Ketchup and Mustard, voodoo
Paint on my face lookin off my roof Shaka Zulu
Surroundin you for the biggest mass hysteria
Muhammad (he mad?)
While you eat pork I taste real humans
On my

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

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
Apartment 223, I'm very

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

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