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,(Scratch: I'm very hungry) (3x)
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.
When you entered the confetti hell gate.
On the peed floor; bloody towels on sculptures.
Machine guns suitcases; for all you niggaz with 2 faces.
Mass murderer; 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 sheets on the Sunset streets.
With hoods like Dracula; I walk in back of ya.
Draggin you stomach parts to McDonalds.
Drinkin' Absolut bottles and bottles, while you tryina
fuck with the most exotic models.
As you see the sign; "Beware of Animals"
A fuckin' wild habitat.
My living room is the wilderness with spots on
practicing my gun targets.
Virtual reality ends in a rush ending your 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
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
Fuck your 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 mattress
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
Follow you on tour like a haunted nightmare.
Kickin' in your intestines out like Rick Flair.
Standin' by the Mobil gas station with a flamethrower
and a fuckin lawnmower; throwin BIC lighters at your fuel tank
I smash your face in the electric window; piss on
With my umbrella up like the Avengers.
Plead guilty in court; bring glocs 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
Graham 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 taste real humans
on my fork
[Frankenstien's assistant type voice]
You do not see anything on the table? (Chairs
squeak against floor) Well wait until I get the box....