Insane Clown Posse - Ol' Evil Eye

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  "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.
  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)
  Evil eye...
  Oh-Oh-Eye (The bitch gon' die! Die-die-die-die-die-die-die)
  Evil eye...
  (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
  foresight, with what patience I went to work. I was never kinder to the old man
  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.
  It's time to go, fuck it.
  I stuck it up... to his neck when he came to the door.
  I really didn't know what I was in for.
  First the cold man stared, no a gaze, no a stare.
  Kinda like there was no one there.
  How weird, my body froze with the blink of his eye.
  Evil eye, sendin' chills up my spine.
  What to do? What to do? I gotta try to break.
  I gotta try to make.. my way to the gate.
  Wait. I can't move, I'm stuck to the ground.
  W-What the fuck was that? I think I heard a sound,
  Turned around, there it was, starin' at my face.
  This little old man's eye's a make me a mental case.
  That's when I felt the pain deep inside,
  Deep inside, now his eye's open wide.
  "That night it ceased. The old man was dead. I placed my hands on the heart and
  there for many minutes there was no pulsation. He was stone dead. His eye will
  trouble me
  no longer. His eye will trouble me no longer."

Lyrics - Nieruchomości - Torebki