Dr. Dooom - Apartment 223 lyrics
[Dr. Dooom - Apartment 223 lyrics]
Do not ring the bell there is nobody home
The spirit's 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 or Hebrew
On the the balcony I see you
The Devil's coffins 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
When you entered the confetti hell gate
On the peed floor
Bloody towels on sculptures
Machine guns and suitcases
For all you niggas with two faces
Mass 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
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
Extreme pressure, teach you a lesson
Fuck your confession of evil
I march with black sheets
On the Sunset streets
With hoods like Dracula i walk in back of ya
Draggin' your stomach parts to McDonalds
Drink Absolut 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)
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 your jealous eyeballs in aluminum foil
Wearin' 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' your knees down
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 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 niggas who's bossy fuck your critics
I press your back with a iron
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 cap
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
'Til you fuckin' let me in
Apartment 223 (I'm very hungry)
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' your intestines out like Ric Flair
Standin' by the Mobil gas
Station with a flamethrower
And a fuckin lawnmower
Throwin' Bic 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 guilty in court
Bring Glocks through the security
X rays going for the world records
Shut the fuck up about music
I'm playin' checkers with bloody Polo shirts
Lookin' at the fireworks
On the dirty-ass terrace
Bones in 'fridgerators
Spring water and lettuce
Fuck it if you're jealous
Graham crackers with flies around 'em
Keep you eyes around 'em
Fuck 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 a Shaka Zulu surroundin' your area
For the biggest mass hysteria
Muhammed, Bohemian
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)
Oh, you look surprised?
You do not see anything on the table?
Well, wait until I get the box
The spirit's 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 or Hebrew
On the the balcony I see you
The Devil's coffins 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
When you entered the confetti hell gate
On the peed floor
Bloody towels on sculptures
Machine guns and suitcases
For all you niggas with two faces
Mass 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
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
Extreme pressure, teach you a lesson
Fuck your confession of evil
I march with black sheets
On the Sunset streets
With hoods like Dracula i walk in back of ya
Draggin' your stomach parts to McDonalds
Drink Absolut 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)
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 your jealous eyeballs in aluminum foil
Wearin' 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' your knees down
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 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 niggas who's bossy fuck your critics
I press your back with a iron
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 cap
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
'Til you fuckin' let me in
Apartment 223 (I'm very hungry)
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' your intestines out like Ric Flair
Standin' by the Mobil gas
Station with a flamethrower
And a fuckin lawnmower
Throwin' Bic 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 guilty in court
Bring Glocks through the security
X rays going for the world records
Shut the fuck up about music
I'm playin' checkers with bloody Polo shirts
Lookin' at the fireworks
On the dirty-ass terrace
Bones in 'fridgerators
Spring water and lettuce
Fuck it if you're jealous
Graham crackers with flies around 'em
Keep you eyes around 'em
Fuck 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 a Shaka Zulu surroundin' your area
For the biggest mass hysteria
Muhammed, Bohemian
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)
Oh, you look surprised?
You do not see anything on the table?
Well, wait until I get the box