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Do not ring the bell, there is nobody home
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The spirits around will haunt you, do not ring the bell
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There is nobody home
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Apartment 223,(Scratch: I'm very hungry) (3x)
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Apartment 223 with body parts under my bed
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cut your abdomen out stab your fuckin leather coat
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I chant while candles burn with robes on
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You will learn
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Christian no Hebrew on the the balcony I see you
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The devils coffin with corpse of course
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In a mental state earthquake
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Schitzophrenic eatin' Campbells soup
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Takin a piss urinalysis test
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I hope you wear a fuckin bullet proof vest
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Just purchased the charter arms .38
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Then you entered the confetti hell gate
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On the pee(?) floor bloody towels on sculptures
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Machine gun suitcases, for all you niggaz with 2 faces
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Mass murder, should have been in San Quentin
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I'm doin'life to ten, when I come home you goddamn
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right I'm goin back again
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Fuck the drinks on the table
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While you sleep I take pictures of bullets in your navel
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Open your face and pour milk in your forehead
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Count the bodies, that's four dead
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Look behind your fuckin' back
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With the drill bit in your ass crack, EXTREME PRESSURE
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Teach you a lesson
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Fuck your confession of evil I march with black sheep on the Sunset streets
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With hoods like Dracula
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I walk in back of ya
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Draggin you stomach parts to McDonalds
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Drink Absolut bottles and bottles, while you tryin'
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to fuck with the most exotic models
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[Chorus]
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As you see the sign, beware of animals
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A fuckin wild habitat
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My living room is the wilderness with spots on
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my carpet
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practicing my gun targets
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Virtual reality is a rough end to yor career
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set you on fire in a leather chair
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Using charcoal to broil
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Rap you jealous eyeballs in aluminum foil
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Wearin' Masses(masks) on the telephone talkin to
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your black asses, with stocking caps I reach
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I'm takin'your ass in a rented van to Venice Beach
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In a cardboard box
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Beatin' down your knees with a bag of Master locks
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Police can't hear you with a dead body tied near you
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It's hot, I 'm drinkin' soda with a tech-9 sprayin'
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your fan belt motor
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Stop the bullshit, blast you hands of the hood
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I pull quick
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Video tape you in a puddle of blood with razors in
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your dick
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With an extra clip I move your torso
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Spit on you hips
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With Mac-11 vice grips, surgery is major
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With my sneakers stompin' on your pager
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With my cup of Maxwell coffee, I like niggas whose
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bossy
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Fuck the critics I press your back
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Steam burn through your straight leg jeans
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Soakin your bones out in the washing machine, with
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tide soap in the laundromat you witness the killing
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Your man got scared called Riverdale with a baseball
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hat, took a cab to Hawthorne
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I know where he's goin'
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You can't hide in an empty apartment with a matress
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and no protection, with a New York psycho
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Bombshells in the Hollywood section
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I'm pressin bells and bells and bells till you fuckin
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let me in
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[Chorus]
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Follow you on tour like a haunted nightmare
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Kickin' in your intestines like Rick Flair
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Standin' by the Mobil gas station with a flamethrower
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and a fuckin lawnmower, throwin big lighters at your fuel tank
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I smash your face in the elestric window, piss on
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your fenders
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With my ubbrella up like the Avengers
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Plead guily in court bring glocks through security
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x-reays going for the worlds record
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Shut the fuck up about music, I'm playin' checkers
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with blood Polo shirts
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Lookin' at the fireworks
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on the dirty ass terrace
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Bones in 'fridgerators spring water and lettuce
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Fuck it if your jealous
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Gather crackers with flowers around 'em
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Keep you eyes around 'em
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Buck dishes, dial your ambulance I'm on a mission
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Open up your shin guards in tinfoil
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Warmin' my bread and Saurkraut while your legs boil
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Ketchup and Mustard, Fuck voodoo
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Paint on my face lookin off my roof like Shaka Zulu
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Surroundin you area for the biggest mass hysteria
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Muhammed don't (he mad?)
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While you motherfuckers eat pork I tast real humans
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on my fork
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[Chorus x4]
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[Frankenstien's assistant type voice]
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You do not see anything on the table? (Chairs
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squeak against floor) Well wait until I get the box....
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Apartment 223
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| Dr. Dooom |
