[Verse 1]
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 want to 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 placin' hot smolderin' charcoals beneath your feet
Now walk on 'em, he's dancin' 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 Jon Benet Rams
I guess a modern day Jack the Ripper is all that I am

[Hook]
Cause when the lights are off, I see the girl's asleep (My music box)
But I can hear you my love, you keep callin' me (My music box)
And when we're worlds apart, you mean the World to me (My music box)
If you call, [bad word]  I will answer (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 then I plug my nose
My pupils [bad word] in size, eyes are so bugged I know
I put on my mother's makeup, 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 Devil's upset with his wife, they must be sluggin' it out
I must be buggin' the [bad word] out, but what the [bad word] 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 it starts
It's playin' a song so beautiful and the room is dark
The moon is full, I smell a funeral, guess I'll loom in the park

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
I'm fixated, on asphyxiatin'
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 slippin'
Through the crack, leavin' the corpse drippin'
The mortician of love, sent from above
Forced entry to maul when she no more 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'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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] your man, Jack, so Pamela

[Hook]