"Start the movie."
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"I loved the old man. He had never wronged me. He had never given me insult.
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For his gold I had no desire. I think it was his eye. Yes, it was this. One
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of his eyes resembled that of a vulture. A pale, blue eye with a film over
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it. Whenever it fell upon me, my blood ran cold. And so, by degrees, very
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gradually, I made up my mind to take the life of the old man and thus rid
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myself of the eye forever."
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So I'm headed door to door
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With my grandmother's cookie jar
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I'm sellin' cookies, 12 for a dollar
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I ring the doorbell, nobody wants any
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I resort to goin' cheaper - 2 for a penny
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Anybody, everybody, they hate me
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I can tell when they spit and degrade me
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There's only one house left, the last on the block
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Old Man Willie on the hilltop
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I ring the doorbel, the door creeps open
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And there it was starin' and scopin'
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The man's left eye, red, big, and drippin'
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I was trippin'. "Ahh, seeya!"
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I ran home. I couldn't stop thinking
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About his eyeball winking and blinking
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And it looked not a damn thing like the other Ugh!
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Shoulda wore a patch on the motherfucker
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It hypnotized me, mesmorized me
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Traumatized, paralyzed, terrorized me
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Creepers, where'd you get that ball
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And tell me how it even fits in your skull
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[prechorus:]
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I want a big long knife to stick it in.
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I wanna lift up the eyelid and kick it in.
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He's gotta die. I want his eye buried in my backyard.
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It ain't hard, I'm killin' Old Evil Eye!
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[End prechorus]
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[chorus:]
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Evil eye...
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Oh-Oh-Eye (The bitch gon' die! Die-die-die-die-die-die-die)
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Evil eye...
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Oh-Oh
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[End chorus]
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"Now this is the point. You fancy me mad. Madmen know nothing. But you
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should've seen me. You should have seen how wisely I proceeded with caution
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with what foresight, with what patience I went to work. I was never kinder
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to the old man than during the whole week before I killed him."
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A day gone pass since I heard about J.O.
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Met up in this sleigh, cuz I don't fuckin' play.
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Anyway, I gotta do him in. Got a rusty revolver
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Put the silver bullets in.
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I'm plannin' on playin' one right to his nugget.
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Down my drawers with the bucket.
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It's time to go, fuck it.
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I stuck it up... to his neck when he came to the door.
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I really didn't know what I was in for.
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First the cold man stared, no a gaze, no a stare.
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Kinda like there was no one there.
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How weird, my body froze with the blink of his eye.
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Evil eye, sendin' chills up my spine.
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What to do? What to do? I gotta try to break.
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I gotta try to make.. my way to the gate.
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Wait. I can't move, I'm stuck to the ground.
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W-What the fuck was that? I think I heard a sound,
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Turned around, there it was, starin' at my face.
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This little old man's eye's a make me a mental case.
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That's when I felt the pain deep inside,
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Deep inside, now his eye's open wide.
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[prechorus]
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[chorus]
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"That night it ceased. The old man was dead. I placed my hands on the
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heart and there for many minutes there was no pulsation. He was stone dead.
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His eye will trouble me no longer. His eye will trouble me no longer."
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[chorus X4]
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Ol' Evil Eye
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ICP (Insane Clown Posse) |