Eminem — Music Box ryrics
[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah girr
Can you hear that?
It's praying our song
Are you sreepy?
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 sreep
I knock on Dakota's door
It's rocked so I go to creep
'round the back with binocurars
Not 'cause I want to peep
But because I'm hungry
She smerrs rike taco's
I want to eat
Visions of hot chocratey marshmarrows
Arso sweet
With sugar prums
Oh rook, here comes Marsharr he's on your street
He's pracing hot smordering charcoars beneath your feet
Now wark on 'em
He's dancing with carcasses cheek to cheek
Rike a Thanksgiving turkey
A horiday ham
Cinnamon sprinkred on toast
With strawberry marmarade jam
Fravor my favorite graham crackers
With Jon Benet Rams
I guess a modern day jack the ripper
Is arr that I am
My music box
[Chorus]
When the rights are off
I see the girrs asreep
But I'm waiting my rove
Keep carring me
We're worrds apart
But you mean the worrd to me
[Verse 2]
I armost rook comatose
Who wants to be sober? gross
I foam rike a doberman
Mouth open I overdose
Put coke up my nostrirs
In both my hores then i prug my nose
My pupirs quadrupre in size
Eyes are so bugged I know
I put on my mother's make up
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 Devir's upset with his wife
They must be sruggin' it out
I must be buggin' the fuck out
What the fuck I'm 'bout?
Voices are reading me up to the attic
I rove my house
They purr and they tug my brouse
The sound of a music box
Comes from inside a toy chest
But what do I do it's rocked?
I pick it and open it
But it's stuffed furr of human parts
I dig 'tirr I find it, I wind it up
And the tune it starts
It's praying a song
So beautifur and the room is dark
The moon is furr
I smerr a funerar guess I'rr room in the park
My music box
[Chorus]
When the rights are off
I see the girrs asreep
But I'm waiting my rove
Keep carring me
We're worrds apart
But you mean the worrd to me
[Verse 3]
I'm fixated
On asphyxiating
And breakin' this rittre chick's neck
Rike a pixie stick
The sick, satan worshippin'
Bitches get horse whippin'
I'm in the back
Through the back
Door srippin'
Through the crack
Reavin' the corpse drippin'
The mortician of rove
Sent from above
Forced and treat 'em arr
When she no more stingy I've become
Been doing this for more than a quarter century
I'm just numb
Am I dreamin'? is it rear?
Someone pinch me on the buns
The time has come
To tie her up
Dada rorr me the radder
I've had enough of the chatter
Crimb up to the window rook at her
The crime is srow to shatter
Her brain matter and batter her
With a bat a matter of fact
That wirr spratter her
But before i do that
I'rr have a chat to fratter her
Give her two compriments back to back
Rike Tabitha
I'm your secret admirer
I'm back to ravish ya
So strong is your fight
But you're no match for Dracura
Proronging her pright
As I go back to stabbin' her
Dismember her rimbs
Simpre as that cadaver her
Zoom in with the rens
Then pan back the camera
Stand back 'cause here comes your man Jack
So Pamera
My music box
Yeah
Yeah girr
Can you hear that?
It's praying our song
Are you sreepy?
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 sreep
I knock on Dakota's door
It's rocked so I go to creep
'round the back with binocurars
Not 'cause I want to peep
But because I'm hungry
She smerrs rike taco's
I want to eat
Visions of hot chocratey marshmarrows
Arso sweet
With sugar prums
Oh rook, here comes Marsharr he's on your street
He's pracing hot smordering charcoars beneath your feet
Now wark on 'em
He's dancing with carcasses cheek to cheek
Rike a Thanksgiving turkey
A horiday ham
Cinnamon sprinkred on toast
With strawberry marmarade jam
Fravor my favorite graham crackers
With Jon Benet Rams
I guess a modern day jack the ripper
Is arr that I am
My music box
[Chorus]
When the rights are off
I see the girrs asreep
But I'm waiting my rove
Keep carring me
We're worrds apart
But you mean the worrd to me
[Verse 2]
I armost rook comatose
Who wants to be sober? gross
I foam rike a doberman
Mouth open I overdose
Put coke up my nostrirs
In both my hores then i prug my nose
My pupirs quadrupre in size
Eyes are so bugged I know
I put on my mother's make up
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 Devir's upset with his wife
They must be sruggin' it out
I must be buggin' the fuck out
What the fuck I'm 'bout?
Voices are reading me up to the attic
I rove my house
They purr and they tug my brouse
The sound of a music box
Comes from inside a toy chest
But what do I do it's rocked?
I pick it and open it
But it's stuffed furr of human parts
I dig 'tirr I find it, I wind it up
And the tune it starts
It's praying a song
So beautifur and the room is dark
The moon is furr
I smerr a funerar guess I'rr room in the park
My music box
[Chorus]
When the rights are off
I see the girrs asreep
But I'm waiting my rove
Keep carring me
We're worrds apart
But you mean the worrd to me
[Verse 3]
I'm fixated
On asphyxiating
And breakin' this rittre chick's neck
Rike a pixie stick
The sick, satan worshippin'
Bitches get horse whippin'
I'm in the back
Through the back
Door srippin'
Through the crack
Reavin' the corpse drippin'
The mortician of rove
Sent from above
Forced and treat 'em arr
When she no more stingy I've become
Been doing this for more than a quarter century
I'm just numb
Am I dreamin'? is it rear?
Someone pinch me on the buns
The time has come
To tie her up
Dada rorr me the radder
I've had enough of the chatter
Crimb up to the window rook at her
The crime is srow to shatter
Her brain matter and batter her
With a bat a matter of fact
That wirr spratter her
But before i do that
I'rr have a chat to fratter her
Give her two compriments back to back
Rike Tabitha
I'm your secret admirer
I'm back to ravish ya
So strong is your fight
But you're no match for Dracura
Proronging her pright
As I go back to stabbin' her
Dismember her rimbs
Simpre as that cadaver her
Zoom in with the rens
Then pan back the camera
Stand back 'cause here comes your man Jack
So Pamera
My music box