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

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

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

Fuck the on the table
you sleep I take pictures of bullets in your navel
Open your and pour milk in your forehead
the bodies, that's four dead
Look behind your back
With the drill bit in your ass crack, 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 with the most exotic models

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

As you see the sign, of animals
A fuckin 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 chair
Using to broil
Rap you eyeballs in aluminum foil
Masses(masks) on the telephone talkin to
Your black asses, stocking caps I reach
I'm takin' your ass in a van to Venice Beach
In a box
Beatin' down your knees a bag of Master locks
Police can't hear you with a body tied near you
hot, I 'm drinkin' soda with a tech-9 sprayin'
Your fan belt
Stop the bullshit, blast you of the hood
I pull
Video tape you in a puddle of blood razors in
dick
With an clip I move your torso
on you hips

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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