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

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

Apartment 223 with body under my bed
Cut abdomen out stab your fuckin leather coat
I chant while candles burn robes on
You learn
Christian no Hebrew on the I see you
The coffin with corpse of course
In a mental state
Schizophrenic eatin' soup
Takin a piss urinalysis
I you wear a fuckin bullet proof vest
Just the charter arms .38
Then you the confetti hell gate
On the pee floor bloody on sculptures
Machine gun suitcases, for all you niggaz with 2
Mass murder, should been in San Quentin
I'm doin' life to ten, I come home you goddamn
Right I'm goin again

Fuck the drinks on the
While you sleep I take of bullets in your navel
Open your face and pour milk in your
Count the bodies, that's four
behind your 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 like Dracula
I in back of ya
Draggin you parts to McDonalds
Absolute bottles and bottles, while you tryin'
To fuck with the exotic models

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

As you see the sign, beware of
A fuckin wild
My living room is the wilderness spots on
My
my gun targets
Virtual reality is a end to your career
Set you on in a leather chair
charcoal to broil
Rap you jealous eyeballs in aluminum
Wearin' Masses(masks) on the telephone to
Your black asses, with caps I reach
I'm takin' ass in a rented van to Venice Beach
In a box
Beatin' down knees with a bag of Master locks
Police can't hear you with a dead body tied you
It's hot, I 'm drinkin' soda with a sprayin'
Your fan belt
Stop the bullshit, blast you hands of the
I quick
Video you in a puddle of blood with razors in
Your
With an extra clip I your torso
Spit on you

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

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

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

Follow you on like a haunted nightmare
Kickin' in your like Rick Flair
by the Mobil gas station with a flamethrower
And a fuckin lawnmower, throwin big lighters at fuel tank
I smash your face in the window, piss on
Your
With my umbrella up like the
guilty in court bring glocks through security
X-rays going for the record
Shut the fuck up about music, I'm checkers
With blood Polo
at the fireworks
On the ass terrace
Bones in 'frigerators spring water and
it if your jealous
Gather crackers flowers around 'em
Keep you eyes 'em
Buck dishes, dial your I'm on a mission
Open up your guards in tinfoil
Warmin' my bread and Sauerkraut while legs boil
Ketchup and Mustard, Fuck
on my face lookin off my roof like Shaka Zulu
Surroundin you for the biggest mass hysteria
don't (he mad?)
While you motherfuckers eat pork I taste real
On my

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
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 Well wait until I get the box