[Produced by Dawaun Parker and Dr. Dre]
[Intro]
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 ya?
[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 chocolaty marshmallows
All so 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 carca**es cheek to cheek
Like a Thanksgiving turkey
A holiday ham
Cinnamon sprinkled on toast
Strawberry marmalade jam
Flavor my favorite graham crackers
With JonBenet Rams'
I guess a modern-day Jack the Ripper
Is all that I am
[Hook]
(My music box)
Cause when the lights are off
I see the girl's 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 if you call, I'll come
I will answer
(My music box)
Cause when the lights are off
I see the girl's 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)
And would you be
My private little dancer
(My music box)
[Verse 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, I know
I put on my mother's makeup
Get naked and run around
Waving 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 devil's upset with his wife
They must be sluggin' it out
I must be buggin' the f** out
But what the f** 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
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
I'm fixated
On asphyxiatin'
And breakin'
This little chick's neck
Like a Pixy Stick
The sick
Satan-worshippin'
b**hes 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 become
Been doing this
For more than a quarter-century
I'm just numb
Am I dreaming, is it real?
Someone pinch me on the buns
The time has come
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 two compliments
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 here comes your man Jack
So Pamela
[Hook]