Music Box
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Yo, 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?

You hear the beat as it makes ya not wanna go to sleep
I knock on Dakota's door, its 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 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, or holiday ham
Cinnamon sprinkled on toast, strawberry marmalade jam
Flavor my favorite graham crackers with Jon Benet Ramsey
I guess a modern day Jack the Ripper is all that I am

(My music box)
Cos 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)
And when we're world's apart, you mean the world to me (My music box)
If you call, I'll come, I will answer (My music box)
Cos 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 when she twirls around do a whirl for me (My music box)
Won't you be my private little dancer (My music box)

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 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 till I find it, I wind it up and the tune just starts
Its 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

(My music box)
Cos 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)
And when we're world's apart, you mean the world to me (My music box)
If you call, I'll come, I will answer (My music box)
Cos 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 when she twirls around do a whirl for me (My music box)
Won't you be my private little dancer (My music box)

I'm fixated on asphyxiating and breakin' this little chick's
Neck like a pixie stick
The sick Satan worshippin', bitches get horse-whippin's,
I'm in the back, through the back door, slip in
Through the crack leavin' the corpse drippin'
The mortician of love, sent from above,
Forced and treat 'em all ? 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'd had enough of the chatter, climb up to the window, look at her
Then 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 your 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

(My music box)
Cos 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)
And when we're world's apart, you mean the world to me (My music box)
If you call, I'll come, I will answer (My music box)
Cos 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 when she twirls around do a whirl for me (My music box)
Won't you be my private little dancer (My music box)

Overall Meaning

The song "Music Box" by Eminem tells the story of a disturbed individual who is haunted by voices and twisted fantasies. The lyrics are graphic and disturbing, describing violent acts such as stalking, cannibalism, and murder. The music box in the song plays a role in the character's descent into madness, representing his obsession with violence and his inability to escape the darkness that consumes him. The lyrics are intense and powerful, showcasing Eminem's ability to create vivid and unforgettable imagery.


Throughout the song, the singer's obsession with violence and his internal struggles are highlighted. His distorted thoughts lead him to stalk a woman and imagine violent scenarios, and his drug use further fuels his destructive behavior. The music box in the song becomes a symbol for his tortured psyche, representing the twisted fantasies that he cannot escape.


Overall, "Music Box" is a chilling and thought-provoking track that sheds light on the darkness that can take hold of the human mind.


Line by Line Meaning

Yo, yeah girl,
Hey, girl


Can you hear that? It's playing our song
Do you hear the music? It's like it's just for us


Are you sleepy? Take a nap
Are you feeling tired? Maybe you should rest


You're not afraid of the dark? Are you?
You don't get scared in the dark, do you?


You hear the beat as it makes ya not wanna go to sleep
The music's so good, it's making you want to stay awake


I knock on Dakota's door, its locked so I go to creep
I try to go in but the door is locked, so I try to sneak in


Round the back, with binoculars, not cause I wanna peep
I go around the back, with binoculars, not to spy on anyone


But because I'm hungry she smells like tacos I wanna eat
I'm hungry and she smells good, like tacos


Visions of hot chocolaty marshmallows are so sweet
I'm imagining hot chocolate with marshmallows and it's so tempting


With sugar plums, oh look here comes Marshall he's on your street
I'm thinking of sugar plums, and then I see my friend Marshall on your street


He's placing hot smoldering charcoals beneath your feet
Marshall is putting coals under your feet, making you walk on them


Now walk on 'em, he's dancing with carcasses cheek to cheek
Now walk on them, he's dancing with dead bodies


Like a Thanksgiving turkey, or holiday ham
The dead body is like a turkey or ham that you eat on Thanksgiving or holidays


Cinnamon sprinkled on toast, strawberry marmalade jam
I like cinnamon on my toast and strawberry marmalade jam


Flavor my favorite graham crackers with Jon Benet Ramsey
I like Jon Benet Ramsey, and I want my graham crackers flavored with her


I guess a modern day Jack the Ripper is all that I am
I think I'm like a modern version of Jack the Ripper


(My music box)
This is my music box


Cos when the lights are off, I see the girls asleep (My music box)
When the lights are off, I can see girls sleeping with my music box playing


But I can hear you my love, you keep calling me (My music box)
But I can hear you calling me, my love, with my music box playing


And when we're world's apart, you mean the world to me (My music box)
Even when we're far apart, you mean the world to me with my music box playing


If you call, I'll come, I will answer (My music box)
If you call me, I will answer with my music box playing


I hear my music box, playing a song for me (My music box)
I can hear my music box playing a song just for me


So when she twirls around do a whirl for me (My music box)
When she spins, do it for me with my music box playing


Won't you be my private little dancer (My music box)
Will you dance just for me with my music box playing?


I almost look comatose, who wants to be sober gross
I look like I'm in a coma, why would anyone want to be sober and boring?


I foam like a Doberman, mouth open I overdose
I'm drooling and foaming like a Doberman, because I took too much of something


Put coke up my nostrils, in both my holes and I plug my nose
I put cocaine in my nose and other places and I plug my nose to keep it in


My pupils quadruple in size, eyes are so bugged I know
My pupils get very big and my eyes look crazy


I put on my mother's make up, get naked and run around
I put on my mom's makeup, take off my clothes, and run around


Wavin' the gun around, I think I'm down to a hundred pounds
I wave a gun around, and I think I've lost a lot of weight


There's thunder, I wonder how come it rains but the sun is out
It's thundering and I wonder how it can be raining when the sun is still out


The devils upset with his wife, they must be sluggin' it out
The devil and his wife must be fighting


I must be buggin' the fuck out, but what the fuck about?
I must be going crazy, but who cares?


Voices are leading me up to the attic, I love my house
Voices are telling me to go to the attic, but at the same time, I love my house


They pull and they tug my blouse, the sound of a music box
The voices grab my shirt and tug at it, and I hear the music box playing


Comes from inside a toy chest, but what do I do, it's locked
The music is coming from a toy chest, but it's locked so I can't get it


I pick it and open it but it's stuffed full of human parts
I pick the lock and open it, but it's full of human body parts


I dig till I find it, I wind it up and the tune just starts
I search for the music box inside the chest, wind it up, and it starts playing


Its playing a song, so beautiful and the room is dark
The music box is playing a beautiful song in the dark room


The moon is full, I smell a funeral, guess I'll loom in the park
The moon is full, and I smell death, so I'll go hang out in the park


I'm fixated on asphyxiating and breakin' this little chick's
I'm obsessed with strangling and breaking this girl's


Neck like a pixie stick
neck, like breaking a pixie stick


The sick Satan worshippin', bitches get horse-whippin's,
I'm a sick person who worships Satan and I whip women like horses


I'm in the back, through the back door, slip in
I sneak in through the back door


Through the crack leavin' the corpse drippin'
Through the crack in the door, leaving the corpse bleeding


The mortician of love, sent from above,
I feel like I'm supposed to do this killing, like I'm sent from heaven to be a mortician of love


Forced and treat 'em all ? stingy I've become
I force myself on women and I'm stingy


Been doin' this for more than a quarter century, I'm just numb
I've been doing this for over 25 years, and I'm completely desensitized to it


Am I dreamin', is it real? Someone pinch me on the buns
Is this real or am I dreaming? Maybe someone should pinch me on the butt to find out


The time has come to tie her up, gotta roll me the ladder
It's time to tie her up, so I need to bring a ladder


I'd had enough of the chatter, climb up to the window, look at her
I'm tired of hearing her talk, so I climb up to the window to look at her


Then climb in and slowly shatter her brain matter and batter her
Then I climb in and slowly hit her over the head until her brain is damaged


With the bat, a matter of fact that will splatter her
With a bat, in fact, it'll splatter her


But before I do that, I'll have a chat to flatter her
But before I hit her, I'll compliment her to make her feel good


Give her two compliments, back-to-back, like Tabatha
I'll give her two compliments in a row, like Tabatha does


I'm your secret admirer, I'm back to ravish ya
I'm your secret admirer, and now I'm here to have my way with you


So strong is your fight, but your no match for Dracula
You fight hard, but you're no match for someone like Dracula


Prolonging her plight, as I go back to stabbin' her
I keep prolonging her suffering by stabbing her again


Dismember her limbs, simple as that, cadaver her
I dismember her body parts like it's nothing, turning her into a cadaver


Zoom in with the lens, then pan back, the camera
I zoom in with the lens, then pan back like a camera


Stand back, cause here comes your man Jack, so Pamela
Step back, because your man Jack is here, Pamela




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: MARK BATSON, TREVOR LAWRENCE JR., MARSHALL MATHERS, DAWAUN PARKER, WRITERS UNKNOWN, ANDRE YOUNG

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