Here's my thoughts on Music Box thanks to whoever (sorry I forgot who posted it) had that theory about it.....
(I believe this verse is him trying to get back in the game)
You hear the beat, as it makes you, not wanna go to sleep, (hearing Dre's or whoevers beats and wanting to write but can't)
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 taco's I wanna eat, (his hunger to get back in the game)
Visions of hot chocolatey marshmallows are so sweet,
With sugarplums, 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 carcass's 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, (this is stuff I can't quite relate yet lol)
(The chorus in my opinion, in relation to a little girl is him trying to get back in the game)
Cause when the lights are off, I see the girl's asleep,
but I can hear you my love, you keep calling me,
I've heard the world before, 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 won't you be my private dancer,
(Not sure about the dancer part)
(I believe this verse relates to his Drug Addiction because it is a whole bunch of drug references that don't have anything to do with the song)
I almost look comatosed, who wants to be sober? gross,
I foam like a doverman, mouth open, I over-dose,
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 make-up, get naked and run around,
waving a gun around, I think I'm down to 100 pounds,
(Didn't he have a weight problem with being to much underweight, I know he had an overweight problem)
there's thunder, I wonder how come it rains but the sun is out,
the devil's upset with his wife, they must be slugging it out,
(Maybe he is the devil and his wfe is of course Kim)
I must be bugging the fuck out, but what the fuck about,
voices are leading me up to the attic, I love my house,
(Why is he talking about his house when he is in this little girls house)
they pull and they tug my blouse, the sound of a music box,
(Drugs)
comes from inside the toy chest but what do I do, it's locked,
I pick it and open it, but its stuffed full of human parts,
(I don't know what he means by body parts but maybe this is where he kept the drugs)
I dig til' i find it, I wind it up and a 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,
(Death of Shady? Lol I might be looking to much into this one)
Cause when the lights are off, I see the girl's asleep,
but I can hear you my love, you keep calling me,
I've heard the world before, 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 won't you be my private dancer,
(Imo this whole verse is either about the death of his drug addiction, or about Kim somehow)
I'm fixated on afixiating and breaking,
this little chicks neck like a pixie stick,
the sick satan worshiping, bitches get whore's whippings,
I'm in the back, through the back door,
slipping through the crack, leavin' the corpse drippin'the mortician of love,
sent from above,
forced to treat her more, when she the more,
stingy I've become been doin this for more then a quarter century I'm just numb,
(13+25=38...he just turned 38, naw damn he turned 37...damn)
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 hadda 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 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 2 compliments back to back like tabitha,
Im your secret admirer, I'm back to ravage ya,
so strong is your fight, but you're no match for dracula,
prolongin' her pipe, as I go back to stabbing 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 bring the music box,
(Who the fuck is Pamela in this I have no idea)












