музыкальная коробка (исполнитель: Эмочка)
[Intro] Yo, 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? [Verse 1] You hear the beat as it makes ya not wanna go to sleep I knock on Dakota’s door, its 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 chocolatey marshmallows all so sweet With sugar plums, oh look [bad word] 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 holiday ham Cinnamon sprinkled on toast, strawberry marmalade jam Flavor my favorite graham crackers with John Bennet Rams I guess a modern day Jack the Ripper is all that I am [bad word] (My music box) Cos when the lights are off, I see the girls asleep (My music box) But I can hear my love, you keep calling me (My music box) When were worlds apart, you mean the world to me (My music box) So when you callin me, I will answer (My music box) Cos when the lights are off, I see the girls asleep (My music box) I hear my music box, playing a song for me (My music box) So when she twirls around do a whirl for me (My music box) You will always be my privet dancer(My music box) [Verse 2] I almost [bad word] who wants to be sober gross 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 [bad word] in size, eyes are so bugged I know I put on my mother’s make up, get naked [bad word] around Wavin’ the gun around, I think I’m down to a hundred pounds There’s thunder, I wonder [bad word] it rains but the sun is out The devils upset with his wife, they must be sluggin’ it out I must be buggin’ the f-ck out, but what the f-ck 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 [bad word] 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 till I find it, I wind it up and the tune just starts Its 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 [bad word] (My music box) Cos when the lights are off, I see the girls asleep (My music box) But I can hear my love, you keep calling me (My music box) When were worlds apart, you mean the world to me (My music box) So when you callin me, I will answer (My music box) Cos when the lights are off, I see the girls asleep (My music box) I hear my music box, playing a song for me (My music box) So when she twirls around do a whirl for me (My music box) You will always be my privet dancer(My music box) [Verse 3] I’m fixated on asphyxiating and breakin’ this little chick’s Neck like a pixie stick The sick Satan worshippin’, [bad word] get horse-whippins, I’m in the back, through the back door, slip in Through the crack leavin’ the corpse drippin’ The mortician of love, sent from above, Forced and treat em all when (?) (?) stingy I’ve [bad word] Been doin’ this for more than a quarter century, I’m just numb I dreamin’, is it real? Someone pinch me on the buns The time [bad word] to tie her up, gotta roll me the ladder I’d had enough of the chatter, climb up to the window, look at her Then climb in and slowly 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 [bad word] back-to-back, like Tabatha I’m your secret admirer, I’m back to ravish ya Lyrics courtesy of [bad word] So strong is your fight, but your 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