Millie Pulled a Pistol on Santa

If you will suck my soul
I will lick your funky emotions
This is the stylin for a title that sounds silly
But nothin silly about the triflin times of
MillieMillie, a
Brooklyn queen , originally from
PhillyComplete 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
DillonYeah,
I had a social worker coz
I had some troubles
Anyone whod riff on me,
Id pop their dome like bubbles
Hed bring me to his crib to watch my favorite races
Thats how his daughter
Millie become one of my favorite faces
She had the curves that made you wanna take chances
I mean on her, man,
Id love to make advances
I guess her father musta got the same feelin
I mean, actually findin his own daughter
Millie appealin
At the time no one knew but it was a shame
That Millie became a victim of the touchy-touchy game
Yo Millie, whats the problem?
Lately youve been buggin
On your Dukie earrings, someone must be tuggin
You were a dancer who could always be found clubbin
Now youre world renowned with the frown youre luggin
Come to think, your face look stink when
Dills around you
Hes your father, what done happen, did he ground you?
You shouldnt flip on him coz
Dill is really cool
Matter of fact, the coolest elder in the school
He hooked up atrip to bring us all the
LaceyHe volunteered to play old
Santa Claus at
MacysChild, ya got the best of pops anyone could have
Dillons cool, super hip, you should be glad
Yeah, it seemed that
Santas ways were parallel with
DillonBut when
Millie an him got home, he was more of a villain
While she slept in, he crept inside her bedroom
An he would toss an then would force her to give him head room
Millie tried real hard to let this
Hell not happen
But when shed fuss, he would just commence to slappin
Yo Dillon, man ,
Millies been out of school for a week, man
Whats the deal?
I guess he was givin
Millies bruises time to heal
Of course he told us she was sick an we believed him
An at the department store as
Santa we would see em
An 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 Ill head to
Macys an bug out on
DillonI 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 missleWanted to know if I could get a loaded pistolThat ain't a problem but why would Millie need oneShe said she wanted her pops Dillon to heed oneRan some style about him pushin on her privates“Look honey, I dont care if you kick five fitsTheres no way that you can prove to me that Dills flipHe might breathe a blunt but ya jeans he wouldnt rip”“Youre just mad hes your overseer at schoolNo need to play him out like hes someone cruel”She kicked that she would go get it from somewhere else“Yeah, whatever you say, go for ya self”Macys department store, the scene for Santas kissesAn all the little brats demandin all of their wishesTime passes by as I wait for my younger brotherHe, as his wish, I waste no time to return him back to MotherAs Im jettin, Millie floats in like a zombieI ask her whats her problem, all she says is, '
Where is he?'I give a point, she pulls a pistol, people screaminShe shouts to Dill, hes off to Hell coz hes a DemonNone of the kids could understand what was the causeAll they could see was a girl holdin a pistol on ClausDillon pleaded mercy, said he didnt mean toDo all the things that her mind could do nothin but cling toMillie bucked him an with the quickness it was over