Dr. Dooom - Apartment 223 lyrics

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 f**in 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 f**in 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 n***az with 2 faces Ma** 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 f** 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 f**in' back With the drill bit in your a** crack, extreme pressure Teach you a lesson f** 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 absolut bottles and bottles, while you tryin' To f** with the most exotic models [chorus] As you see the sign, beware of animals A f**in 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' ma**es(masks) on the telephone talkin to Your black a**es, with stocking caps i reach I'm takin'your a** 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 bullsh**, 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 n***as whose Bossy f** 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 k**ing 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 f**in Let me in [chorus] 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 f**in 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 f** up about music, i'm playin' checkers With blood polo shirts Lookin' at the fireworks On the dirty a** terrace Bones in 'fridgerators spring water and lettuce f** 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, f** voodoo Paint on my face lookin off my roof like shaka zulu Surroundin you area for the biggest ma** hysteria Muhammed don't (he mad?) While you motherf**ers eat pork i tast real humans On my fork [chorus x4] [frankenstien's a**istant type voice] You do not see anything on the table? (chairs Squeak against floor) well wait until i get the box....