Testo Halls Of Illusion

Halls Of IllusionTicket please, thanks, walk through the doorInto the Halls Of Illusions, visit yoursAnd see what coulda and shoulda and woulda been realBut you had to fuck up tha whole deal"Lets take a walk down the hallwayIt's a long way it, it takes all day!"And when you get to tha end, you'll find a chairWith straps and chains, we slap you in thereLock you down tight so you can't move a threadAnd pull your eyelids up over your headCuz you're about to witness an illusionary dreamIt's just to bad it ain't what it seemsYou walk in and see two kids on the floorThey playin Nintendo and he's got tha high scoreAnd sittin behind them chillin in a chairIs your wife, when ya look, oh, you ain't thereIt's some other man in the hand in handNow she looks so happy you don't understandSee this is an illusion, it never came trueAll because of you!Back to reality and what you're aboutYour wife can't smile cuz ya knocked her teeth outAnd she can't see straight from gettin hitCuz you're a fat fuckin drunk piece of shitBut it's all good here, come have a beerI'll break the top off it and shove it in ya earAnd you're death comes wicked painful and slowAt tha hands of MILENKO!Great Milenko, wave your wandDon't look now, your life is goneThis is all because of youWhat you got yourself intoGreat Milenko, wave your wandDon't look now, your life is goneThis is all because of youWhat you got yourself intoLook who's next it's Mr. ClarkThe dirty old man from the trailer parkYou got your ticket? Thanks take your coat offAnd later on, why not, I'll rip your throat off"Lets take a walk down the hallwayIt's a long way it, it takes all day"And when you get to the end you'll find a chairYou see all the blood, yeah your boy was just hereWe get all different kind of people comin throughRichies, chickens and bitches just like youIn the Halls everybody gets a turnTo sit and witness your illusion before you burnWhat do we have here, oh yeah, no wayIt looks like your kids and they okayYour daughter's chillin up in college top gradeAnd your son's a fuckin doctor, phat paidThey got families and kids and it's all goodThey even coach little league in the neighborhoodIs this true have ya really seen tha holy ghost?Nah, bitch, not even close!Back to reality your son's on crackAnd your daughter's got nut stains on her backAnd they both fuckin smell like shitAnd live in the gutter and sell crack to each otherWhen they were kids you'd beat em and leave em homeAnd even whip em with the cord on the telephoneAnd that reminds me man hey ya gotta callWatch your step to Hell...it's a long fall!Great Milenko, wave your wandDon't look now, your life is goneThis is all because of youWhat you got yourself into Great Milenko, wave your wandDon't look now, your life is goneThis is all because of youWhat you got yourself intoAh, it's time to pack up and move to the next townBut we forgot Mr. Bigot, okay, dig itWe can't show you an illusion cuz we're all packedBut I'll still cut ya neck out, hows that?Great Milenko, wave your wandDon't look now, your life is goneThis is all because of youWhat you got yourself intoGreat Milenko, wave your wandDon't look now, your life is goneThis is all because of youWhat you got yourself intoGreat Milenko, wave your wandDon't look now, your life is goneThis is all because of youWhat you got yourself intoGreat Milenko, wave your wandDon't look now, your life is goneThis is all because of youWhat you got yourself into