"If you will suck my soul   I will lick your funky emotions"      This is the stylin' for a little that sounds silly   But nothin' silly about triflin' times of Millie   Millie, a Brooklyn Queen-originally from Philly   Complete with that accent that made her sound hilly-billy   Around this time, the slammin' joint was Milk is Chilin'   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 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 '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      Yo Millie, what's the problem, lately you've been buggin'   On your dukie 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   Yeah, it seemed that Santa's ways were parallel with Dillon   But when Millie and him got him, 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   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 missal   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      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 as 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