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Halls Of Illusions
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[Violent J]
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Ticket please, thanks, walk through the door
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Into the Halls Of Illusions, visit yours
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And see what coulda and shoulda and woulda been real
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But you had to fuck up tha whole deal
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"Lets take a walk down the hallway
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It's a long way it, it takes all day!"
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And when you get to tha end, you'll find a chair
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With straps and chains, we slap you in there
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Lock you down tight so you can't move a thread
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And pull your eyelids up over your head
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Cuz you're about to witness an illusionary dream
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It's just to bad it ain't what it seems
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[Shaggy 2 Dope]
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You walk in and see two kids on the floor
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They playin Nintendo and he's got tha high score
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And sittin behind them chillin in a chair
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Is your wife, when ya look, oh, you ain't there
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It's some other man in the hand in hand
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Now she looks so happy you don't understand
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See this is an illusion, it never came true
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All because of you!
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[Violent J]
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Back to reality and what you're about
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Your wife can't smile cuz ya knocked her teeth out
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And she can't see straight from gettin hit
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Cuz you're a fat fuckin drunk piece of shit
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But it's all good here, come have a beer
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I'll break the top off it and shove it in ya ear
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And you're death comes wicked painful and slow
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At tha hands of MILENKO!
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[Chorus (2x)]
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Great Milenko, wave your wand
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Don't look now, your life is gone
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This is all because of you
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What you got yourself into
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[Violent J]
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Look who's next it's Mr. Clark
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The dirty old man from the trailer park
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You got your ticket? Thanks take your coat off
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And later on, why not, I'll rip your throat off
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"Lets take a walk down the hallway
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It's a long way it, it takes all day"
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And when you get to the end you'll find a chair
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You see all the blood, yeah your boy was just here
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We get all different kind of people comin through
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Richies, chickens and bitches just like you
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In the Halls everybody gets a turn
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To sit and witness your illusion before you burn
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[Shaggy 2 Dope]
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What do we have here, oh yeah, no way
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It looks like your kids and they okay
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Your daughter's chillin up in college top grade
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And your son's a fuckin doctor, phat paid
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They got families and kids and it's all good
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They even coach little league in the neighborhood
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Is this true have ya really seen tha holy ghost?
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Nah, bitch, not even close!
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[Violent J]
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Back to reality your son's on crack
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And your daughter's got nut stains on her back
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And they both fuckin smell like shit
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And live in the gutter and sell crack to each other
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When they were kids you'd beat em and leave em home
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And even whip em with the cord on the telephone
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And that reminds me man hey ya gotta call
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Watch your step to Hell...it's a long fall!
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[Chorus (2x)]
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[Violent J]
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Ah, it's time to pack up and move to the next town
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But we forgot Mr. Bigot, okay, dig it
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We can't show you an illusion cuz we're all packed
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But I'll still cut ya neck out, hows that?
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[Chorus (4x)]
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Halls of Illusions
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