Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ol' Evil Eye, artist - Insane Clown Posse. Album song Riddle Box 20th Anniversary Edition, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 26.11.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Zomba
Song language: English
Ol' Evil Eye |
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) |
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 fancy me mad. |
Madmen know nothing. |
But you |
should’ve seen me. |
You should have seen how wisely I proceeded with caution |
with what foresight, with what patience I went to work. |
I was never kinder |
to the old man than 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. |
(prechorus) |
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. |