Dr. Dooom - Apartment 223 Lyrics
Do not ring the bell, there is nobody homeThe spirits around will haunt you, do not ring the bellThere is nobody homeApartment 223,(scratch: Im very hungry) (3x)Apartment 223 with body parts under my bedCut your abdomen out stab your *****in leather coatI chant while candles burn with robes onYou will learnChristian no hebrew on the the balcony I see youThe devils coffin with corpse of courseIn a mental state earthquakeSchitzophrenic eatin campbells soupTakin a piss urinalysis testI hope you wear a *****in bullet proof vestJust purchased the charter arms .38Then you entered the confetti hell gateOn the pee(? ) floor bloody towels on sculpturesMachine gun suitcases, for all you niggaz with 2 facesMass murder, should have been in san quentinIm doinlife to ten, when I come home you goddamnRight Im goin back again***** the drinks on the tableWhile you sleep I take pictures of bullets in your navelOpen your face and pour milk in your foreheadCount the bodies, thats four deadLook behind your *****in backWith the drill bit in your ass crack, extreme pressureTeach you a lesson***** your confession of evil I march with black sheep on the sunset streetsWith hoods like draculaI walk in back of yaDraggin you stomach parts to mcdonaldsDrink absolut bottles and bottles, while you tryinTo ***** with the most exotic models[chorus]As you see the sign, beware of animalsA *****in wild habitatMy living room is the wilderness with spots onMy carpetPracticing my gun targetsVirtual reality is a rough end to yor careerSet you on fire in a leather chairUsing charcoal to broilRap you jealous eyeballs in aluminum foilWearin masses(masks) on the telephone talkin toYour black asses, with stocking caps I reachIm takinyour ass in a rented van to venice beachIn a cardboard boxBeatin down your knees with a bag of master locksPolice cant hear you with a dead body tied near youIts hot, I m drinkin soda with a tech-9 sprayinYour fan belt motorStop the bullshit, blast you hands of the hoodI pull quickVideo tape you in a puddle of blood with razors inYour dickWith an extra clip I move your torsoSpit on you hipsWith mac-11 vice grips, surgery is majorWith my sneakers stompin on your pagerWith my cup of maxwell coffee, I like niggas whoseBossy***** the critics I press your backSteam burn through your straight leg jeansSoakin your bones out in the washing machine, withTide soap in the laundromat you witness the killingYour man got scared called riverdale with a baseballHat, took a cab to hawthorneI know where hes goinYou cant hide in an empty apartment with a matressAnd no protection, with a new york psychoBombshells in the hollywood sectionIm pressin bells and bells and bells till you *****inLet me in[chorus]Follow you on tour like a haunted nightmareKickin in your intestines like rick flairStandin by the mobil gas station with a flamethrowerAnd a *****in lawnmower, throwin big lighters at your fuel tankI smash your face in the elestric window, piss onYour fendersWith my ubbrella up like the avengersPlead guily in court bring glocks through securityX-reays going for the worlds recordShut the ***** up about music, Im playin checkersWith blood polo shirtsLookin at the fireworksOn the dirty ass terraceBones in fridgerators spring water and lettuce***** it if your jealousGather crackers with flowers around emKeep you eyes around emBuck dishes, dial your ambulance Im on a missionOpen up your shin guards in tinfoilWarmin my bread and saurkraut while your legs boilKetchup and mustard, ***** voodooPaint on my face lookin off my roof like shaka zuluSurroundin you area for the biggest mass hysteriaMuhammed dont (he mad? )While you mother*****ers eat pork I tast real humansOn my fork[chorus x4][frankenstiens assistant type voice]You do not see anything on the table? (chairsSqueak against floor) well wait until I get the box....
