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letra de apartment 223 - dr. dooom

do not ring the bell, there is n-body home
the spirits around will haunt you, do not ring the bell
there is n-body 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 f-ckin leather coat
i chant while candles burn with robes on
you will learn
christian no hebrew on the balcony i see you
the devils coffin with corpse of course
in a mental state earthquake
schizophrenic eatin’ campbell’s soup
takin a p-ss urinalysis test
i hope you wear a f-ckin bullet proof vest
just purchased the charter arms .38
then you entered the confetti h-ll gate
on the pee floor bl–dy towels on sculptures
machine gun suitcases, for all you n-gg-z with 2 faces
m-ss murder, should have been in san quentin
i’m doin’ life to ten, when i come home you godd-mn
right i’m goin back again

f-ck 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-ckin’ back
with the drill bit in your -ss crack, extream pressure
teach you a lesson
f-ck 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 f-ck 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 f-ckin wild habitat
my living room is the wilderness with spots on
my carpet
practicing my gun targets
virtual reality is a rough end to your career
set you on fire in a leather chair
using charcoal to broil
rap you jealous eyeb-lls in aluminum foil
wearin’ m-sses(masks) on the telephone talkin to
your black -sses, with stocking caps i reach
i’m takin’ your -ss 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-t, blast you hands of the hood
i pull quick
video tape you in a puddle of blood with razors in
your d-ck
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-gg-s whose
bossy
f-ck 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 hawth-rne
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
bombsh-lls in the hollywood section
i’m pressin bells and bells and bells till you f-ckin
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 f-ckin lawnmower, throwin big lighters at your fuel tank
i smash your face in the electric window, p-ss on
your fenders
with my umbrella up like the avengers
plead guilty in court bring glocks through security
x-rays going for the worlds record
shut the f-ck up about music, i’m playin’ checkers
with blood polo shirts
lookin’ at the fireworks
on the dirty -ss terrace
bones in ‘frigerators spring water and lettuce
f-ck 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 sauerkraut while your legs boil
ketchup and mustard, f-ck voodoo
paint on my face lookin off my roof like shaka zulu
surroundin you area for the biggest m-ss hysteria
muhammad don’t (he mad?)
while you motherf-ckers eat pork i taste real humans
on my fork

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

- dr dooom

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