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 taco's I want to eat Visions of hot choclatey, marshmallows Also sweet With sugar plums 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 dancing with carcasses cheek to cheek Like a Thanksgiving turkey A holiday ham Cinnamon sprinkled on toast With 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 My music box
[Chorus:] Cause when the lights are off, I see the girl's asleep But i can hear u my love, you keep calling me I want the world to know, you mean the world to me So when you call me to come, I will answer Cause when the lights are off, I see the girl's asleep I hear my music box, playing a song for me So wont you whirl around, and do a whirl for me And want you be my private dancer
[Verse 2] I almost look comatose, Who wants to be sobered 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 quadruple in size, eyes are so bugged I know I put on my mother's make up, get naked and run around Wavin' the gun around, I think I'm down to a hundred pounds There's thunder, I wonder 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 til I find it, I wind it up and the tune just starts It's 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
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[Verse 3] I'm fixated on asphyxating and breakin' this little chick's Neck like a pixie stick The sick Satan worshippin', bitches get horse-whippins, I'm in the back, through the back door, slip in Through the crack leavin' the corpse drippin' The mortition of love, sent from above, Forced entry, the more wenchy, the more stingy I become Been doin' this for more than a quarter century, I'm just numb Am I dreamin', is it real? Someone pinch me on the buns The time has come to tie her up, gotta roll me the ladder I'd had enough of the chatter, climb up to the window, look at her And 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 two compliments, back-to-back, like Tabatha! 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, cuz here comes your man Jack, so Pamela