Aptartment 223 (instrumental)

Song Aptartment 223 (instrumental)
Artist Dr. Dooom
Artist Kool Keith
Artist KutMasta Kurt
Album First Come, First Served (Instrumentals)

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,
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 ****in leather coat
I chant while candles burn with robes on
You will learn
Christian no
Hebrew on the balcony
I see youThe 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 ****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 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
**** 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 ****in' back
With the drill bit in your ass crack, extream pressure
Teach you a lesson
**** your confession of evil
I march with black sheep on the
Sunset streets
With hoods like
DraculaI walk in back of ya
Draggin you stomach parts to
McDonaldsDrink
Absolute bottles and bottles, while you tryin'
To **** 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 ****in wild habitat
My living room is the wilderness with spots on
My carpetPracticing 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 reachI'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 dickWith 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**** 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
HawthorneI 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 ****in
Let me inApartment 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 ****in 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
AvengersPlead guilty in court bring glocks through security
X-rays going for the worlds record
Shut the **** 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
**** 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, **** 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 mother****ers 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