[Production by KutMasta Kurt]
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 or Hebrew on the 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 f**in bullet proof vest
Just purchased the Charter Arms .38
When you entered the confetti hell gate
On the peed floor bloody towels on sculptures
Machine gun suitcases, for all you n***as with 2 faces
Ma** murderer, 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 sheets 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
[Hook]
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 your career
Set you on fire in a leather chair
Using charcoal to broil
Rap your jealous eyeballs in aluminum foil
Wearin' 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 your hips
With Mac-11 vice grips, surgery is major
With my sneakers stompin' on your pager
With a 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 mattress
And no protection, with a New York psycho
Buying shells in the Hollywood section
I'm pressin bells and bells and bells till you f**in
Let me in
[Hook]
Follow you on tour like a haunted nightmare
Kickin' in your intestines like Ric Flair
Standin' by the Mobil gas station with a flamethrower
And a f**in lawnmower, throwin big lighters at your fuel tank
I smash up your face in the electric window, piss on
Your fenders
With my umbrella up like the Avengers
Plead guily in court bring Glocks through the security
X-rays going for the world records
Shut the f** up about music, I'm playin' checkers
With bloody Polo shirts
Lookin' at the fireworks
On the dirty a** terrace
Bones in 'fridgerators spring water and lettuce
f** it if your jealous
Graham crackers with flies around 'em
Keep you eyes around 'em
f** 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 a Shaka Zulu
Surroundin your area for the biggest ma** hysteria
Muhammed, Bohemian
While you motherf**ers eat pork I taste real humans
On my fork
[Hook x4]
[Arch Oboler]
You look surprised...
You do not see anything on the table? (Chairs
Squeak against floor) Well wait until I get the box....