Letra Halls of illusions (clean) Insane Clown Posse

Halls of illusions (clean)

Ticket please, thanks walk through the door
into the halls of illusions, visit yours
and see what could of, and should of, and would of been real
but you had to fuck up the whole deal
"Lets take a walk down the hallway
its 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 you can't move a thread
and pull your eye lids up over your head
because you're about to witness an illusioniry dream
it's just to bad it ain't what it seems
"You walk in and see two kids on the floor
they playing nintendo and hes got the high score
and sitting behind them chillin' in the chair
is your wife , but when you look up, she ain't there
it's some other man, in the hand to hand
and she looks so happy you dont understand
see this is an illusion it never came true
ALL BECAUSE OF YOU"
back to reality and your about
your wife cant smile cause you knocked her teeth out
and she can't see stright from getting hit
because your a fat fuckin' drunk piece of shit
but its all good here, come have a beer
I'll break the top off it, and shove it in your ear
and your death comes wicked, painful, and slow
at the hands of milenko
(chrious)
"Great milenko wave your wand
don't look now your life is gone
this is all because of you
what you got your self into"
Look who it's Mr. Clark
the dirty old man from the trailer park
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, its take all day"
and when we get to the end, you'll find a chair
you see all the blood, yeah your boy was just here
we have all different kinds of people coming through
richies, chickens, and bitches just like you
in the halls everybody gets a turn
to sit a 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 chillin' up in college, top grade
and your son's a fuckin' doctor, phat paid
they got family and kids. it's all good
they even coach little leauge 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 daughters 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'll beat them and leave home
and even whip then with the cord on the telephone
that reminds man, hey you got a call
"watch you step to hell, it's a long fall"
(chrious 2x)
it's time to pack up, and move to the next town
but we forgot Mr. bigot ok dig it
we can't show you an illusion cause we're all packed
but I'll still cut your neck out, how's that
(chrious 2x)