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

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

Apartment 223 with body under my bed
Cut your abdomen out your fuckin leather coat
I while candles burn with robes on
You will
Christian no Hebrew on the I see you
The devils coffin corpse of course
In a state earthquake
Schizophrenic Campbell's soup
a piss urinalysis test
I hope you wear a fuckin bullet proof
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, should have been in San
I'm doin' life to ten, when I home you goddamn
Right I'm goin again

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

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

As you see the sign, of animals
A fuckin habitat
My living room is the with spots on
My
my gun targets
Virtual reality is a end to your career
Set you on fire in a leather
Using charcoal to
Rap you jealous eyeballs in foil
Wearin' Masses(masks) on the talkin to
Your black asses, with caps I reach
I'm takin' your ass in a rented van to Venice
In a box
Beatin' down knees with a bag of Master locks
Police hear you with a dead body tied near you
It's hot, I 'm drinkin' with a tech-9 sprayin'
Your fan belt
Stop the bullshit, blast you hands of the
I pull
Video tape you in a puddle of blood with in
dick
With an clip I move your torso
on you hips

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

Fuck the critics I your back
burn through your straight leg jeans
Soakin bones out in the washing machine, with
Tide soap in the Laundromat you the killing
man got scared called Riverdale with a baseball
Hat, took a cab to
I know he's goin'
You can't in an empty apartment with 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 hungry
Apartment 223, I'm very
Apartment 223, I'm hungry

Follow you on like a haunted nightmare
Kickin' in your intestines Rick Flair
Standin' by the Mobil gas station with a
And a lawnmower, throwin big lighters at your fuel tank
I smash your in the electric window, piss on
fenders
With my up like the Avengers
guilty in court bring glocks through security
X-rays going for the worlds
Shut the 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 crackers flowers around 'em
Keep you eyes 'em
Buck dishes, dial your ambulance I'm on a
Open up shin guards in tinfoil
Warmin' my bread and Sauerkraut while legs boil
Ketchup and Mustard, Fuck
Paint on my lookin off my roof like Shaka Zulu
Surroundin you area for the biggest mass
don't (he mad?)
While you motherfuckers eat pork I real humans
On my

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

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

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