Apartment 223 Lyrics - First Come First Served - Dr. Dooom

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 balcony I see you 

The devils coffin with corpse of course 

In a mental state earthquake 

Schizophrenic eatin' Campbell's 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, extream 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 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 

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 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 

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 electric window, piss 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 fuck up about music, I'm playin' checkers 

With blood Polo shirts 

Lookin' at the fireworks 

On the dirty ass terrace 

Bones in 'frigerators 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 Sauerkraut 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 

Muhammad don't (he mad?) 

While you motherfuckers 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 

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