6) Eminem - Music Box [Relapse: Refill] | Текст песни

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• Music Box [Relapse: Refill]

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?

[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 wanna peep
But because I'm hungry, she smells like tacos I wanna eat
Visions of hot chocolaty marshmallows are so sweet
With sugarplums, 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 dancin' with carcasses cheek to cheek
Like a Thanksgiving turkey, a holiday ham
Cinnamon sprinkled on toast, strawberry marmalade jam
Favor my favorite Graham Crackers with Jon Benet Rams
I guess a modern day Jack the Ripper is all that I am

[Chorus]
(My Music Box)
'Cause when the lights are off, I see the girls 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)
So when you call I come (My Music Box) and I will answer
(My Music Box)
'Cause 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 won't you twirl around and do a whirl for me?
(My Music Box)
Won't you be my pri-vate little dancer?
(My Music Box)

[Vers 2]
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 Iknow
I put on my mothers makeup get naked and run around
Wavin' a gun around I think I'm down to a hundred pounds
There's thunda', I wonda' how come it rains but the sun is out
The devils 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 'till I find it, I wind it up and the tune just starts
It's playin' a song, so beautiful and the room is dark
The moon is fool, I smell a funeral guess I'll loom in the park...

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
I'm fixated on asphyxiatin'
And breakin' this little chicks neck like a pixie stick, the sick Satan
Worshippin' bitches get horse whippings, I'm in the back through the back-door slippin'
Through the crack, leavin' her corpse drippin'
The mortician of love, sent from above forced entry
The more wenchy the more stingy I become
Been doin' this for more than a quarter centuary I'm just numb
Am I dreamin?' Is it real? Someone pinch me on the buns
The time has come,to tie her up, lateral me the ladder
I've had enough of the chatter climb up to the window loock at her
Then climb in slow to shatta' her brain matta' and batta' her
With a bat, a matta' a fact that will splatta' her
But before I do that I'll have a chat to flatta' ger
Give her two compliments back to back like Tabitha
I'm youre secret admirer, I'm back to ravish ya'
So strong as your fight but your no match for Dracula
Prolonging her plight, as I go back to stabbin' her
Dismember her limbs simple as that, cadava' her
Zoom in with the lens, then pan back the camera
Stand back, cause here comes your man Jack, so Pamela...

[Chorus]