Song Title: Ol' Evil Eye
Album: Riddle Box
JC#: 3
Artist: Insane Clown Posse



Ringleader: "Welcome, sons of fuckin� bitches, to the Wicked Carnie Theater. Tonight's feature presentation is so fuckin� scary it'll take the wrinkles out of your nutsac, and fade your butt hairs. So get ready, muthahfuckaz, for tonight's main attraction! I give to you�Ol' Evil Eye! Hahahahahaha! (applause, cheering, screaming). All right, shut the fuck up. Start the movie." 

Disturbed Man: �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, out of the breeze, very gradually, I made up mind to take the life of the old man, and thus rid myself of the eye, forever.� 

VJ: "So, I'm heading/headed door-to-door with grandmother's cookie jar, 
I'm selling cookies, twelve for a dollar. 
I ring the doorbell, nobody wants any 
I result in going cheaper, two for a penny. 
Anybody, everybody, they hate me, 
I can tell when they spit and degrade me. 
It's only one house left, the last on the block 
Old man Willy on the hilltop. 
I ring the doorbell, the door creeps open 
And there it was, starin� and scopin.� 
The man's left eye red, big and drippin� 
I was trippin, AHH! See ya! 
I ran home, I couldn't stop thinkin� 
About his eyeball, winking and blinking, 
And that it looked not a damn thing like the other (ew!) 
Shoulda wore a patch on the motherfucker. 
It hypnotized me, mesmerized me 
Traumatized, paralyzed�terrorized me. 
Creepers, where'd you get that ball? 
And tell me how it even fits in your skull. 
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 Ol' Evil Eye!" 

[CHORUS:]
Evil Eye, oooooh [x2] 

Disturbed Man: �Now this is the point, you fancy me mad. Mad men know nothing? But you should�ve seen me. You should�ve seen how wisely I proceeded�what caution, with what foresight, with what simulation I went to work. I was never kinder to the old man, then during the whole week before I killed him.� 

S2D: "A day gone past since I heard about J 
Ol� Man up in the slay, cuz I don't fuckin� play. 
Anyway, I gotta do him in 
Got a rusty revolver, put the silver bullets in. 
I plan on plantin� one right through his nugget 
Down my drawers with a 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 a cold-ass stare, now a gaze, now a stare 
Kinda like there was no one there, 
How weird, my body froze with the blink of his eye 
Evil eye sending 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 
Turn around, there it was starin� at my face. 
This little old man�s eye is makin� me a mental case. 
That's when I felt the pain deep inside, deep inside 
Now his eyes open wide. 
I want a big long knife, to stick it in 
I wanna lift up his eyelid and kick it in 
He's gonna die, I want his eye buried in my backyard,
It ain�t hard, I'm killin� Ol' Evil Eye!" 

[CHORUS]

Disturbed Man: �At length, it ceased. The old man was dead? I placed my hand upon the heart and held it there for many minutes, there was no pulsation he was stone dead. His eye would trouble me no longer. His eye would trouble me no longer�no longer.� 

[CHORUS repeated]