| Lyrics: | "Start the 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 |
