Halls of Illusions

[Verse 1:] [Violent J:] Ticket, please? Thanks, walk through the doors 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! Let's take a walk down the hallway It's a long way, it takes all day! And when we get to the end, you'll find a chair With straps and chains, we slap you in there Lock you down tight, so ya 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 too bad, it ain't worth seeing! [Shaggy 2 Dope:] You walk in and see two kids on the floor They're playin Nintendo and he's got the high score And sittin behind them, chillin in the chair Is ya wife, when ya look, oh you ain't there! It's some other man and they're hand-to-hand How she looks so happy, ya 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 you knocked her teeth out And she can't see straight from gettin hit Cause 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 ya ear And ya death comes wicked, painful, and slow At the hands of Milenko! [Hook:] [Violent J, Shaggy 2 Dope:] Great Milenko, wave your wand! (Don't look now, your life is gone!) This is all because of you! (What you got yourself into!) (2x) [Verse 2:] [Violent J:] Look who's next, it's Mr. Clark The dirty old man from the trailer park You got your ticket? Thanks, take ya coat off! And later on, why not? I'll rip ya throat off! Let's take a walk down the hallway It's a long way, it takes all day! And when ya get to the end, you'll find a chair You see all the blood? Yeah, your boy was just here! We get all different kinda people comin through Richies, chickens, and bitches just like you In the halls, everybody gets a turn To sit and witness your illusion before ya burn [Shaggy 2 Dope:] What do we have here? Oh yeah, no way It looks like your kids and they okay Your daughter's chillin up at 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 their neighborhood Is this true, have ya really seen the Holy Ghost? Nah, bitch not even close! [Violent J:] 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 chord on the telephone And that reminds me man, ey you got a call... "Watch your step to hell, it's a long fall!" [Hook:] [Violent J, Shaggy 2 Dope:] Great Milenko, wave your wand! (Don't look now, your life is gone!) This is all because of you! (What you got yourself into!) (2x) [Verse 3:] [Violent J:] Ahh, it's time to pack up and move to the next town But we forgot Mr. Bigot, okay dig it We can't show ya an illusion cause we're all packed But we'll still cut your neck out, how's that? [Hook:] [Violent J, Shaggy 2 Dope:] Great Milenko, wave your wand! (Don't look now, your life is gone!) This is all because of you! (What you got yourself into!) (4x)