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 One]
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 keep calling me
(My music box)
When were worlds apart, you mean the world to me
(My music box)
So when you call, [bad word]  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, and do a whirl for me (My music box)
?? (My music box)

[Verse Two]
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 [bad word] /www [bad word] music_box_lyrics_eminem.html
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] 

[Verse Three]
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 (?)
(?) 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 Tabitha
I’m your secret admirer, I’m back to ravish ya
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 pan back, the camera
Stand back, cuz [bad word] your man Jack, so Pamela
 [bad word]