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

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

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

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

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

As you see the sign, beware of
A fuckin wild
My living room is the with spots on
My
my gun targets
Virtual reality is a rough end to career
Set you on in a leather chair
Using to broil
Rap you eyeballs in aluminum foil
Masses(masks) on the telephone talkin to
Your black asses, with stocking caps I
I'm takin' your ass in a van to Venice Beach
In a box
Beatin' down your knees with a bag of locks
Police hear you with a dead body tied near you
It's hot, I 'm drinkin' with a tech-9 sprayin'
fan belt motor
Stop the bullshit, you hands of the hood
I quick
Video tape you in a puddle of blood with in
Your
an extra clip I move your torso
Spit on you

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

Fuck the critics I your back
Steam through your straight leg jeans
Soakin your bones out in the machine, with
Tide soap in the Laundromat you witness the
Your man got scared called Riverdale with a
Hat, a cab to Hawthorne
I where he's goin'
You can't hide in an empty with a mattress
And no protection, a New York psycho
Bombshells in the section
I'm pressin bells and bells and bells till you
Let me in

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

Follow you on tour a haunted nightmare
Kickin' in your intestines like Flair
Standin' by the Mobil gas station a flamethrower
And a fuckin lawnmower, big lighters at your fuel tank
I smash your in the electric window, piss on
Your
With my umbrella up the Avengers
Plead in court bring glocks through security
X-rays going for the worlds
Shut the fuck up about music, I'm checkers
With blood Polo
Lookin' at the
On the ass terrace
Bones in 'frigerators water and lettuce
Fuck it if jealous
Gather crackers with flowers 'em
Keep you eyes 'em
dishes, dial your ambulance I'm on a mission
Open up your shin guards in
Warmin' my bread and Sauerkraut while your boil
Ketchup and Mustard, voodoo
Paint on my face lookin off my roof like Zulu
Surroundin you area for the biggest hysteria
don't (he mad?)
While you motherfuckers eat pork I real humans
On my

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

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

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 hungry

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