"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