Planet [Off] (27.04.2016 / 19:45)
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 chocolatey marshmallows, all so sweet With sugar plums, oh look here comes Marshall, he's on your street He's placin' hot smolderin' 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 Flavor my favorite graham crackers with Jon Benet Rams I guess a modern day Jack the Ripper is all that I am [Hook:] Cause when the lights are off, I see the girl's asleep (My music box) But I can hear you my love, you keep callin' me (My music box) And when we're worlds apart, you mean the World to me (My music box) If you call, I'll come, I will answer (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 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 Devil's 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 it starts It's playin' a song so beautiful and the room is dark The moon is full, I smell a funeral, guess I'll loom in the park [Refrain] [Verse 3: Eminem] I'm fixated, on asphyxiatin' 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 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 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'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