Do not ring the bell, there is nobody home   The spirits around will haunt you, do not ring the bell   There is nobody home      Apartment 223, I'm very hungry   Apartment 223, I'm very hungry   Apartment 223, I'm very hungry      Apartment 223 with body parts under my bed    cut your abdomen out stab your fuckin leather coat   I chant while candles burn with robes on    You will learn    Christian no Hebrew on the the balcony I see you    The devils coffin with corpse of course    In a mental state earthquake   Schitzophrenic eatin' Campbells soup    Takin a piss urinalysis test    I hope you wear a fuckin bullet proof vest   Just purchased the charter arms .38   Then you entered the confetti hell gate    On the pee(?) floor bloody towels on sculptures   Machine gun suitcases, for all you niggaz with 2 faces   Mass murder, should have been in San Quentin   I'm doin'life to ten, when I come home you goddamn    right I'm goin back again   Fuck the drinks on the table   While you sleep I take pictures of bullets in your navel   Open your face and pour milk in your forehead    Count the bodies, that's four dead   Look behind your fuckin' back   With the drill bit in your ass crack, EXTREME PRESSURE   Teach you a lesson    Fuck your confession of evil I march with black sheep on the Sunset streets    With hoods like Dracula   I walk in back of ya    Draggin you stomach parts to McDonalds    Drink Absolute bottles and bottles, while you tryin'    to fuck with the most exotic models      Apartment 223, I'm very hungry   Apartment 223, I'm very hungry   Apartment 223, I'm very hungry      As you see the sign, beware of animals    A fuckin wild habitat   My living room is the wilderness with spots on    my carpet   practicing my gun targets    Virtual reality is a rough end to yor career    set you on fire in a leather chair    Using charcoal to broil    Rap you jealous eyeballs in aluminum foil   Wearin' Masses(masks) on the telephone talkin to    your black asses, with stocking caps I reach   I'm takin'your ass in a rented van to Venice Beach   In a cardboard box    Beatin' down your knees with a bag of Master locks   Police can't hear you with a dead body tied near you   It's hot, I 'm drinkin' soda with a tech-9 sprayin'   your fan belt motor   Stop the bullshit, blast you hands of the hood   I pull quick    Video tape you in a puddle of blood with razors in    your dick   With an extra clip I move your torso   Spit on you hips    With Mac-11 vice grips, surgery is major   With my sneakers stompin' on your pager   With my cup of Maxwell coffee, I like niggas whose   bossy   Fuck the critics I press your back    Steam burn through your straight leg jeans    Soakin your bones out in the washing machine, with   tide soap in the laundromat you witness the killing   Your man got scared called Riverdale with a baseball   hat, took a cab to Hawthorne    I know where he's goin'    You can't hide in an empty apartment with a matress   and no protection, with a New York psycho   Bombshells in the Hollywood section   I'm pressin bells and bells and bells till you fuckin    let me in       Apartment 223, I'm very hungry   Apartment 223, I'm very hungry   Apartment 223, I'm very hungry      Follow you on tour like a haunted nightmare   Kickin' in your intestines like Rick Flair   Standin' by the Mobil gas station with a flamethrower   and a fuckin lawnmower, throwin big lighters at your fuel tank   I smash your face in the elestric window, piss on    your fenders   With my ubbrella up like the Avengers   Plead guily in court bring glocks through security   x-reays going for the worlds record   Shut the fuck up about music, I'm playin' checkers    with blood Polo shirts   Lookin' at the fireworks    on the dirty ass terrace   Bones in 'fridgerators spring water and lettuce   Fuck it if your jealous    Gather crackers with flowers around 'em   Keep you eyes around 'em    Buck dishes, dial your ambulance I'm on a mission    Open up your shin guards in tinfoil   Warmin' my bread and Saurkraut while your legs boil    Ketchup and Mustard, Fuck voodoo   Paint on my face lookin off my roof like Shaka Zulu   Surroundin you area for the biggest mass hysteria   Muhammed don't (he mad?)   While you motherfuckers eat pork I tast real humans    on my fork      Apartment 223, I'm very hungry   Apartment 223, I'm very hungry   Apartment 223, I'm very hungry      Apartment 223, I'm very hungry   Apartment 223, I'm very hungry   Apartment 223, I'm very hungry      Apartment 223, I'm very hungry   Apartment 223, I'm very hungry   Apartment 223, I'm very hungry      Apartment 223, I'm very hungry   Apartment 223, I'm very hungry   Apartment 223, I'm very hungry      You do not see anything on the table?   Well wait until I get the box....