Millie Pulled a Pistol on Santa

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