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"If you will suck my soul
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I will lick your funky emotions"
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This is the stylin' for a little that sounds silly
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But nothin' silly about triflin' times of Millie
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Millie a Brooklyn Queen originally from Philly
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Complete with that accent that made her sound hilly billy
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Around this time the slammin' joint was Milk is Chilin'
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But even cooler was my social worker Dillon
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Yeah I had a social worker 'cuz I had some troubles
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Anyone who'd riff on me, I'd pop their dome like bubbles
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He'd bring me to his crib to watch my favorite races
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That's how his daughter Millie become one of my favorite faces
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She had the curves that made you wanna take chances
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I mean on her, man, I'd love to make advances
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I guess her father must 'a got the same feelin'
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I mean, actually findin' his own daughter Millie appealing
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At the time no one knew but it was a shame
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That Millie became a victim of the touchy-touchy game
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Yo Millie, what's the problem, lately you've been buggin'
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On your dukie earrings, someone must be tuggin'
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You were a dancer who could always be found clubbin'
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Now you're world renowned with the frown you're luggin'
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Come to think your face look stink when Dill's around you
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He's your father-what done happen-did he ground you?
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You shouldn't flip on him 'cuz Dill is really cool
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Matter of fact, the coolest elder in the school
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He hooked up a trip to bring us all the Lacey
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He volunteered to play old Santa Claus at Macy's
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Child, ya got the best of pops anyone could have
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Dillon's cool, super hip, you should be glad
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Yeah, it seemed that Santa's ways were parallel with Dillon
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But when Millie and him got him, he was more of a villain
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While she slept in he crept inside her bedroom
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And he would toss and then would force her to give him head room
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Millie tried real hard to let this hell not happen
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But when she'd fuss, he would just commence to slappin'
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(Yo Dillon man, Millie's been out of school for a week, man, what's
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the
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deal?)
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I guess he was givin' Millie's bruises time to heal
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Of course he told us she was sick and we believed him
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And at the department store as Santa we would see 'em
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And as he smiled, his own child was at home plottin'
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How off the face of this earth she was gonna knock him
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When I got home, I found she had tried to call me
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My machine had kicked to her hey how ya doin' (sorry)
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I tried to call the honey but her line was busy
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I guess I'll head to Macy's and bug out on Dillon
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I received a call from Misses Sick herself
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I asked her how was she recoverin' her health
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She said that what she had to ask would make it seem minute
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She wanted to talk serious, I said, "go ahead-shoot"
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She claimed I hit the combo dead upon the missal
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Wanted to know if I could get a loaded pistol
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That ain't a problem but why would Millie need one
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She said she wanted her pops Dillon to heed one
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Ran some style about him pushin' on her privates
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Look honey, I don't care if you kick five fits
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There's no way that you can prove to me that Dill's flip
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He might breathe a blunt but ya jeans he wouldn't rip
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You're just mad he's your overseer at school
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No need to play him out like he's someone cruel
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She kicked that she would go get it from somewhere else
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Yeah, whatever you say, go for ya self
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Macy's department store, the scene for Santa's kisses
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And all the little brats demandin' all of their wishes
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Time passes by as I wait for my younger brother
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He as his wish, I waste no time to return him back to Mother
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As I'm jettin', Millie floats in like a zombie
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I ask her what's her problem, all she says is "Where is he?"
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I give a point, she pulls a pistol, people screamin'
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She shouts to Dill he's off to hell cuz he's a demon
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None of the kids could understand what was the cause
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All they could see was a girl holdin' a pistol on Claus
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Dillon pleaded mercy, said he didn't mean to
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Do all the things that her mind could do nothing but cling to
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Millie bucked him and with the quickness it was over
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Millie Pulled A Pistol On Santa
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