Karaoké Halls of Illusions Insane Clown Posse

Ticket please, thanks walk through the door

Into the Halls Of Illusions visit yours

And see what could've and should've and woulda 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

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

'Cos you're about to witness an illusionary dream

It's just to bad it ain't what it seems

You walk in and see two kids on the floor

They playin' Nintendo and he's got the high score

And sittin' behind them chillin' in the chair

Is your wife, when you look oh, you ain't there

It's some other man and they're 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

Back to reality and what you're about

Your wife can't smile 'cos you knocked her teeth out

And she can't see straight from gettin' hit

'Cos you're a fat fuckin' 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

Great Milenko wave your wand

Don't look now your life is gone

This is all because of you

What you got yourself into

Great Milenko wave your wand

Don't look now your life is gone

This is all because of you

What you got yourself into

Ah, look who's next it's Mister 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 takes all day

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 comin' through

Richies, chickens and bitches just like you

In the Halls everybody gets a turn

To sit and witness your illusion before you burn

What do we have here oh yeah, no way

It looks like your kids and they okay

Your daughter's chillin' up in college top grade

And your son's a fuckin' doctor phat paid

They got families and kids and it's all good

They even coach little league in the neighborhood

Is this true have you really seen the holy ghost

Nah, bitch not even close

Back to reality your son's on crack

And your daughter's got nut stains on her back

And they both fuckin' smell like shit

And live in the gutter and sell crack to each other

When they were kids you'd beat 'em and leave 'em home

And even whip 'em with the cord on the telephone

And that reminds me man hey you got a call

Great Milenko wave your wand

Don't look now your life is gone

This is all because of you

What you got yourself into

Great Milenko wave your wand

Don't look now your life is gone

This is all because of you

What you got yourself into

Ah, it's time to pack up and move to the next town

But we forgot Mister Bigot okay, dig it

We can't show you an illusion 'cos we're all packed

But I'll still cut you neck out

Hows that

Great Milenko wave your wand

Don't look now your life is gone

This is all because of you

What you got yourself into

Great Milenko wave your wand

Don't look now your life is gone

This is all because of you

What you got yourself into

Great Milenko wave your wand

Don't look now your life is gone

This is all because of you

What you got yourself into

Great Milenko wave your wand

Don't look now your life is gone

This is all because of you

What you got yourself into