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