yeah
yeah girl
can you hear that it’s playing our song
are you sleepy take a nap
you’re not afraid of the dark are you
you hear the beat as it makes ya not want to go to sleep
i knock on dakota’s door it’s locked so i go to creep
’round the back with binoculars not ’cause i wanna peep
but because i’m hungry she smells like tacos i wanna eat
visions of hot chocolaty marshmallows all so sweet
with sugar plums oh look
here comes marshall he’s on your street
he’s placing hot smoldering charcoals beneath your feet
now walk on ’em he’s dancing with carcasses cheek to cheek
like a thanksgiving turkey a holiday ham
cinnamon sprinkled on toast strawberry marmalade jam
flavor my favorite graham crackers with jonbenét rams’
i guess a modernday jack the ripper is all that i am
my music box
’cause when the lights are off i see the girl’s asleep
my music box
but i can hear you my love you keep calling me
my music box
although we’re worlds apart you mean the world to me
my music box my music box
so once you call i come i will answer
my music box
’cause when the lights are off i see the girl’s asleep
my music box
i hear my music box playing a song for me
my music box
so won’t you twirl around and do a whirl for me
my music box my music box
and would you be my private little dancer
i almost look comatose who wants to be sober gross
i foam like a doberman mouth open i overdose
put coke up my nostrils in both my holes then i plug my nose
my pupils quadruple in size eyes are so bugged i know
i put on my mother’s makeup get naked and run around
wavin’ the gun around i think i’m down to a hundred pounds
there’s thunder i wonder how come it rains but the sun is out
the devil’s upset with his wife they must be sluggin’ it out
i must be buggin’ the fuck out but what the fuck about
voices are leading me up to the attic i love my house
they pull and they tug my blouse the sound of a music box
comes from inside a toy chest but what do i do it’s locked
i pick it and open it but it’s stuffed full of human parts
i dig ’til i find it i wind it up and the tune just starts
it’s playing a song so beautiful and the room is dark
the moon is full i smell a funeral guess i’ll loom in the park
my music box
’cause when the lights are off i see the girl’s asleep
my music box
but i can hear you my love you keep calling me
my music box
although we’re worlds apart you mean the world to me
my music box my music box
so once you call i come i will answer
my music box
’cause when the lights are off i see the girl’s asleep
my music box
i hear my music box playing a song for me
my music box
so won’t you twirl around and do a whirl for me
my music box my music box
and would you be my private little dancer
i’m fixated on asphyxiatin’ and breakin’
this little chick’s neck like a pixy stick
the sick satanworshippin’ bitches get horse whippings
i’m in the back through the back door slippin’
through the crack leavin’ the corpse drippin’
the mortician of love sent from above
forced entry the more wenchy the more stingy i become
been doing this for more than a quartercentury i’m just numb
am i dreaming is it real someone pinch me on the buns
the time has come to tie her up gotta roll me the ladder
i’ve had enough of the chatter
climb up to the window look at her
then climb in slow to shatter her brain matter and batter her
with a bat a matter of fact that will splatter her
but before i do that i’ll have a chat to flatter her
give her two compliments back to back like tabitha
i’m your secret admirer i’m back to ravish ya
so strong is your fight but you’re no match for dracula
prolonging her plight as i go back to stabbin’ her
dismember her limbs simple as that cadaver her
zoom in with the lens then pan back the camera
stand back ’cause here comes your man jack so pamela
my music box
’cause when the lights are off i see the girl’s asleep
my music box
but i can hear you my love you keep calling me
my music box
although we’re worlds apart you mean the world to me
my music box my music box
so once you call i come i will answer
my music box
’cause when the lights are off i see the girl’s asleep
my music box
i hear my music box playing a song for me
my music box
so won’t you twirl around and do a whirl for me
my music box my music box
and would you be my private little dancer
Artist: Eminem
Year: 2010
Decade: 10s
Language: en
Word Count: 449