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

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

Apartment 223 with parts under my bed
Cut your abdomen out stab your leather coat
I while candles burn with robes on
You learn
Christian no on the balcony I see you
The devils coffin with of course
In a state earthquake
Schizophrenic eatin' soup
Takin a urinalysis test
I hope you wear a bullet proof vest
purchased the charter arms .38
Then you entered the confetti hell
On the pee floor bloody on sculptures
gun suitcases, for all you niggaz with 2 faces
Mass murder, should have been in San
I'm doin' life to ten, I come home you goddamn
Right I'm goin again

the drinks on the table
While you sleep I take pictures of bullets in your
your face and pour milk in your forehead
Count the bodies, four dead
Look behind fuckin' back
With the drill bit in ass crack, extream pressure
you a lesson
Fuck your confession of I march with black sheep on the Sunset streets
With hoods like
I in back of ya
you stomach parts to McDonalds
Drink bottles and bottles, while you tryin'
To fuck the most exotic models

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

As you see the sign, of animals
A wild habitat
My living room is the with spots on
My
Practicing my gun
reality is a rough end to your career
Set you on fire in a leather
charcoal to broil
Rap you eyeballs in aluminum foil
Wearin' Masses(masks) on the telephone to
black asses, with stocking caps I reach
I'm takin' your ass in a rented van to Beach
In a box
down your knees with a bag of Master locks
Police can't hear you a dead body tied near you
It's hot, I 'm drinkin' soda a tech-9 sprayin'
Your fan motor
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 move your
Spit on you

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

Fuck the critics I press your
Steam burn through straight leg jeans
your bones out in the washing machine, with
Tide soap in the you witness the killing
Your man got scared called with a baseball
Hat, a cab to Hawthorne
I where 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 hungry
Apartment 223, I'm very

Follow you on tour like a haunted
Kickin' in your like Rick Flair
by the Mobil gas station with a flamethrower
And a fuckin lawnmower, throwin big lighters at your tank
I smash your face in the electric window, on
fenders
With my up like the Avengers
Plead 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
Bones in 'frigerators water and lettuce
Fuck it if jealous
Gather with flowers around 'em
Keep you eyes 'em
Buck dishes, your ambulance I'm on a mission
Open up shin guards in tinfoil
my bread and Sauerkraut while your legs boil
Ketchup and Mustard, Fuck
on my face lookin off my roof like Shaka Zulu
Surroundin you for the biggest mass hysteria
Muhammad (he mad?)
While you motherfuckers eat pork I taste humans
On my

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
Apartment 223, I'm very

223, I'm very 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

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