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Do not ring the bell, there is home
The spirits around will you, do not ring the bell
There is home

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

Apartment 223 with parts under my bed
Cut your abdomen out stab your fuckin coat
I chant while candles with robes on
You learn
Christian no on the balcony I see you
The devils with corpse of course
In a state earthquake
Schizophrenic eatin' soup
a piss urinalysis test
I hope you wear a fuckin bullet proof
Just purchased the charter .38
you entered the confetti hell gate
On the pee floor bloody on sculptures
Machine gun suitcases, for all you niggaz with 2
Mass murder, should have in San Quentin
I'm life to ten, when I come home you goddamn
Right I'm back again

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

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

As you see the sign, beware of
A fuckin habitat
My living room is the with spots on
My
my gun targets
Virtual reality is a rough end to your
Set you on fire in a chair
charcoal to broil
Rap you jealous eyeballs in aluminum
Wearin' Masses(masks) on the telephone to
Your black asses, stocking caps I reach
I'm takin' your ass in a rented van to Venice
In a box
Beatin' your knees with a bag of Master locks
Police can't hear you a dead body tied near you
It's hot, I 'm soda with a tech-9 sprayin'
Your fan motor
Stop the bullshit, blast you hands of the
I quick
Video tape you in a of blood with razors in
dick
With an extra I move your torso
on you hips

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

Fuck the critics I press your
burn through 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 a baseball
Hat, a cab to Hawthorne
I know where he's
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

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

Follow you on tour a haunted nightmare
Kickin' in your intestines like Flair
Standin' by the Mobil gas station a flamethrower
And a lawnmower, throwin big lighters at your fuel tank
I smash your face in the electric window, on
fenders
With my up like the Avengers
Plead guilty in court bring through security
X-rays going for the worlds
Shut the fuck up music, I'm playin' checkers
blood Polo shirts
Lookin' at the
On the dirty ass
Bones in 'frigerators water and lettuce
Fuck it if your
Gather crackers flowers around 'em
Keep you eyes 'em
Buck dishes, dial ambulance I'm on a mission
Open up your guards in tinfoil
my bread and Sauerkraut while your legs boil
Ketchup and Mustard, Fuck
Paint on my face lookin off my like Shaka Zulu
Surroundin you area for the mass hysteria
don't (he mad?)
While you eat pork I taste real humans
On my

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
Apartment 223, I'm hungry

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

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

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