";Start tha movie.";

";I loved the old man. He had never wronged me. He had never given me
insult. For his gold I had no desire. I think it was his eye. Yes, it was this. One
of his eyes resembled that of a vulture. A pale, blue eye with a film over it.
Whenever it fell upon me, my blood ran cold. And so, by degrees, very gradually, I made up my mind to take the life of the old man and thus rid myself of the eye forever.";

So I'm headed door to door
With my grandmother's cookie jar.
I'm sellin' cookies, 12 for a dollar.
I ring the doorbell, nobody wants any.
I resort to goin' cheaper - 2 for a penny.
Anybody, everybody, they hate me.
I can tell when they spit and degrade me.
There's only one house left, the last on the block.
Old Man Willie on the hilltop.
I ring the doorbel, the door creeps open.
And there it was starin' and scopin'.
The man's left eye, red, big, and drippin'
I was trippin'. ";Ahh, seeya!";
I ran home. I couldn't stop thinking
About his eyeball winking and blinking.
And it looked not a damn thing like the other. Ugh!
Shoulda wore a patch on the motherfucker.
It hypnotized me, mesmorized me.
Traumatized, paralyzed, terrorized me.
Creepers, where'd you get that ball?
And tell me how it even fits in your skull.

(prechorus):
I want a big long knife to stick it in.
I wanna lift up the eyelid and kick it in.
He's gotta die. I want his eye buried in my backyard.
It ain't hard, I'm killin' Old Evil Eye!
(End prechorus)

(chorus):
Evil eye...
Oh-Oh-Eye (The bitch gon' die! Die-die-die-die-die-die-die)
Evil eye...
Oh-Oh
(End chorus)

";Now this is the point. You fancy me mad. Madmen know nothing. But you
should've seen me. You should have seen how wisely I proceeded with
caution with
what
foresight, with what patience I went to work. I was never kinder to the
old man
than
during the whole week before I killed him.";

A day gone pass since I heard about J.O.
Met up in this sleigh, cuz I don't fuckin' play.
Anyway, I gotta do him in. Got a rusty revolver
Put the silver bullets in.
I'm plannin' on playin' one right to his nugget.
Down my drawers with the bucket.

To be continued...