Eminem – Music Box | iHeart

Lyrics

Eminem

Yo, yea daughter,
Can you hear that ? It ‘s playing our sung
Are you sleepy ? Take a napoleon
You ‘re not afraid of the dark ? Are you ?

You hear the beat as it makes ya not wan sodium go to sleep
I knock on Dakota ‘s door, its locked so I go to creep
Round the back, with binoculars, not cause I wan sodium peep
But because I ‘m hungry she smells like taco I wan sodium eat
Visions of hot chocolaty marshmallows are indeed sweet
With sugar plums, ohio 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, or vacation ham
Cinnamon sprinkled on crispen, strawberry marmalade jam
Flavor my front-runner whole wheat flour crackers with Jon Benet Ramsey
I guess a mod day Jack the Ripper is all that I am

[ Chorus ]
( My music box )
Cos when the lights are off, I see the girls asleep ( My music box )
But I can hear you my sexual love, you keep calling me ( My music box )
And when we ‘re worldly concern ‘s apart, you mean the universe to me ( My music box )
If you call, I ‘ll come, I will answer ( My music box )
Cos when the lights are off, I see the girls asleep ( My music corner )
I hear my music box, playing a song for me ( My music box )
so when she twirls about do a eddy for me ( My music box )
Wo n’t you be my private little dancer ( My music box )

I about look comatose, who wants to be sober arrant
I foam like a Doberman, mouth open I overdose
Put coke up my nostrils, in both my holes and I plug my nose
My pupils quartet in size, eyes are so wiretap I know
I put on my mother ‘s make up, get naked and run about
Wavin ‘ the gun around, I think I ‘m gloomy to a hundred pounds
There ‘s thunder, I wonder how come it rains but the sunday is out
The devils upset with his wife, they must be sluggin ‘ it out
I must be buggin ‘ the fuck out, but what the sleep together about ?
Voices are leading me up to the attic, I love my firm
They pull and they tug my blouse, the fathom of a music box
Comes from inside a toy chest of drawers, but what do I do, it ‘s engage
I pick it and open it but it ‘s stuffed full of human parts
I dig cashbox I find it, I wind it up and the tune good starts
Its playing a song, so beautiful and the room is blue
The moon is full, I smell a funeral, guess I ‘ll loom in the ballpark

[ Chorus ]

I ‘m fixated on asphyxiating and breakin ‘ this fiddling chick ‘s
Neck like a pyxie stick
The pale Satan worshippin ‘, bitches get horse-whippin ‘s,
I ‘m in the back, through the spinal column door, slip in
Through the crack up leavin ‘ the cadaver drippin ‘
The mortician of love, sent from above,
Forced and treat ’em all ? stingy I ‘ve become
Been doin ‘ this for more than a draw hundred, I ‘m just dead
Am I dreamin ‘, is it veridical ? person touch me on the buns
The time has come to tie her up, got tantalum roll me the ladder
I ‘d had adequate of the chatter, climb up to the window, look at her
then rise in and lento shatter her brain matter and batter her
With the 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 Tabatha
I ‘m your secret admirer, I ‘m back to ravish ya
So solid is your fight, but your no match for Dracula
Prolonging her pledge, as I go back to stabbin ‘ her
Dismember her limbs, simple as that, cadaver her
Zoom in with the lens, then pan back, the television camera
Stand second, causal agent here comes your man Jack, so Pamela

[ Chorus ]

Written by BATSON, MARK CHRISTOPHER / MATHERS, MARSHALL B. III / LAWRENCE, TREVOR / PARKER, DAWAUN W. / YOUNG, ANDRE ROMELL
Published by Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., EMI Music Publishing

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