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Insane Clown Posse Miscellaneous Halls Of Illusions (Clean) Ticket please, thanks walk through the door into the halls of illusions, visit yours and see what could of, should of. would of been real but you had to jack 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 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 but this is an illusion it should of never became true ALL BECAUSE OF YOU" back to reality and your about your wife cant smile cause you knocked her teeth out and see stright from getting hit because your a fat worthless drunk piece of shit but its all good here, come have a beer and have a toast to ya, cause your end is near and your death is wicked, painful, and slow at the hands of milenko (chrious) "Great milenko wave your wand come in to and 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, your get rolled on "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 kinds of people coming through richies, chickies, and piggies just like you in the halls everybody gets a turn to sit a witness your illusion before you burn "what do we have here okay, no way it looks like two kids in a hallway your daughter chillin' up in collage, top grade and your son's a brain 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 met the holy ghost hell nah, not even close" back to reality , your son's on crack and your daughter gets paid laying on her back they both sit and roll for change 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 pack but you get the express line, how's that (chrious 2x) |
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