Halls Of Illusions

Halls Of Illusions
(Violent J)
Ticket please, thanks, walk through the door 
Into the halls of illusions, visit yours 
And see what could've and should've and would've been real 
But you had to fuck up the whole deal 

Lets take a walk down the hallway 
It's a long way, it takes all day!

(Violent J)
And when you get to the end, you'll find a chair 
With straps and chains, we slap you in there 
Lock you down tight so you can't move a thread 
And pull your eyelids up over your head 
Cause you're about to witness an illusionary dream 
It's just to bad it ain't what it seems 

(Shaggy 2 Dope)
You walk in and see two kids on the floor 
They playing Nintendo and he's got the high score 
And sitting behind them chilling in a chair 
Is your wife, when ya look, oh, you ain't there 
It's some other man and they hand in hand 
Now she looks so happy you don't understand 
See this is an illusion, it never came true 
All because of you! 

(Violent J)
Back to reality and what you're about 
Your wife can't smile cause ya knocked her teeth out 
And she can't see straight from getting hit 
Cause you're a fat fucking drunk piece of shit 
But it's all good here, come have a beer 
I'll break the top off it, and shove it in your ear 
And you're death comes wicked painful and slow 
At the hands of Milenko 

(Chorus 2x)
Great Milenko, wave your wand 
Don't look now, your life is gone 
This is all because of you 
What you got yourself into 

(Violent J)
Look who's next it's Mr. Clark 
The dirty old man from the trailer park 
You got your ticket? Thanks take your coat off 
And later on, why not, I'll rip your throat off 

Lets take a walk down the hallway 
It's a long way it, it takes all day

(Violent J)
And when you get to the end you'll find a chair 
You see all the blood, yeah your boy was just here 
We get all different kind of people coming through 
Richies, chickens and bitches just like you 
In 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 okay 
Your daughter's chilling up in college top grade 
And your son's a fucking doctor, fat paid 
They got families and kids and it's 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 son's on crack 
And your daughter's got nutstains on her back 
And they both fucking smell like shit 
And live in the gutter and sell crack to each other 
When they were kids you'd beat them and leave them home 
And even whip them with the cord of the telephone 
And that reminds me man, hey ya gotta call 
Watch your step to hell...it's a long fall! 

(Chorus 2x)
Great Milenko, wave your wand 
Don't look now, your life is gone 
This is all because of you 
What you got yourself into 

(Violent J)
Ah, it's time to pack up and move to the next town 
But we forgot Mr. Bigot, okay, dig it 
We can't show you an illusion cause we're all packed 
But I'll still cut ya neck out, how's that? 

(Chorus repeat until song ends)
Great Milenko, wave your wand 
Don't look now, your life is gone 
This is all because of you 
What you got yourself into