"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