Millie Pulled A Pistol On Santa

(If you will suck my soul, I will lick your funky emotions.)
[Posdnous]
This is the styling for a title that sounds silly
But nothing silly about trifling times of Millie
Millie, a Brooklyn queen originally from Philly
Complete with that accent that made her sound hilly billy
Around this time the slamming joint was 'Milk is Chilling'
But even cooler was my social worker Dillon
Yeah, I had a social worker 'cause 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 become 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 have got the same feeling
I mean, actually finding 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]
Yo, Millie, what's the problem?
Lately you've been bugging
On your dookie earrings someone must be tugging
You were a dancer who could always be found clubbing
Now you're world renowned with the frown you're lugging
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 'cause 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, you got the best of pops anyone could have
Dillon's cool
Super hip
You should be glad
[Posdnous]
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 slapping
(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 him
And as he smiled
His own child was at home plotting 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 you doing? (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]
I received a call from Mrs. Sick herself
I asked her how was she recovering 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 pushing 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 flipped
He might breathe a blunt
But your 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 yourself
[Posdnous]
Macy's department store
The scene for Santa's kisses
And all the little brats demanding 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 jetting
Millie floats in like a zombie
I ask her what's the problem
All she says is, "Where is he?"
I give a point
She pulls a pistol
People screaming
She shouts to Dill
“He's off to hell 'cause he's a demon!”
None of the kids could understand what was the cause
All they could see was a girl holding 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