ICP: Halls of illusion

Ticket please, thanks, walk through the door Into the Halls Of Illusions, visit yoursAnd see what coulda and shoulda and woulda been real But you had to fuck up tha whole dealLets take a walk down the hallway Its a long way it, it takes all day! And when you get to tha end, youll find a chair With straps and chains, we slap you in thereLock you down tight so you cant move a thread And pull your eyelids up over your headCuz youre about to witness an illusionary dream Its just to bad it aint what it seems [Shaggy 2 Dope]You walk in and see two kids on the floor They playin Nintendo and hes got tha high score And sittin behind them chillin in a chair Is your wife, when ya look, oh, you aint thereIts some other man in the hand in hand Now she looks so happy you dont understand See this is an illusion, it never came trueAll because of you! [Violent J]Back to reality and what youre about Your wife cant smile cuz ya knocked her teeth out And she cant see straight from gettin hit Cuz youre a fat fuckin drunk piece of shitBut its all good here, come have a beerIll break the top off it and shove it in ya earAnd youre death comes wicked painful and slow At tha hands of MILENKO! [Chorus (2x)]Great Milenko, wave your wandDont look now, your life is gone This is all because of youWhat you got yourself into[Violent J]Look whos next its Mr. ClarkThe dirty old man from the trailer parkYou got your ticket? Thanks take your coat off And later on, why not, Ill rip your throat offLets take a walk down the hallway Its a long way it, it takes all dayAnd when you get to the end youll find a chairYou see all the blood, yeah your boy was just hereWe get all different kind of people comin throughRichies, chickens and bitches just like youIn the Halls everybody gets a turn To sit and witness your illusion before you burn[Shaggy 2 Dope]What do we have here, oh yeah, no way It looks like your kids and they okayYour daughters chillin up in college top grade And your sons a fuckin doctor, phat paidThey got families and kids and its all good They even coach little league in the neighborhood Is this true have ya really seen tha holy ghost? Nah, bitch, not even close! [Violent J]Back to reality your sons on crack And your daughters got nut stains on her back And they both fuckin smell like shit And live in the gutter and sell crack to each otherWhen they were kids youd beat em and leave em home And even whip em with the cord on the telephoneAnd that reminds me man hey ya gotta callWatch your step to Hell...its a long fall![Chorus (2x)][Violent J]Ah, its time to pack up and move to the next town But we forgot Mr. Bigot, okay, dig itWe cant show you an illusion cuz were all packed But Ill still cut ya neck out, hows that?[Chorus (4x)]