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Irv Gotti - "Halls of Illusions"
Ticket please, thanks, walk through the doors,
Into the Halls of Illusion and visit yours,
To see what couldve, and shouldve, and wouldve 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, youll find a chair,
With straps and chains, we slap you in there!
Lock you down tight, so you cant move a thread,
And, pull your eyelids up over your head!
Cuz youre about to witness an Illusionary dream,
Its just too bad it aint what it seems.
You walk in and see two kids on the floor,
Theyre playin nintendo, and hes got the high score,
And sittin behind them, chillin in the chair,
Is your wife, and you look, oh, you aint there!
Its some other man, and theyre hand in hand,
She looks so happy, ya dont understand,
See, this is an illusion, and it never came true
All because of you!
Back to reality and what youre about,
Your wife cant smile, cuz you knocked her teeth out!
And she cant see straight from gettin hit,
Cuz youre a fat fuckin drunk piece of shit!
But its all good, here, come have a beer,
Ill break the top off it, and shove it in your ear
And your death comes wicked, painful, and slow,
At the hands of Milenko!
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Great Milenko, wave your wand!
(Dont look now, your life is gone)
This is all because of you!
(What you got yourself into)
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Look whos next, its Mr. Clark,
The dirty old man from the trailer park.
Ya got your ticket? thanks, take your coat off,
And later on, why not? Ill rip your throat off.
Lets take a walk down the hallway,
Its a long way, it takes all day,
And when ya get to the end, youll find a chair,
Ya see all the blood? Yeah, ya boy was just here!
We get all different kind of 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!
What do we have here? Oh dear
No way! It looks like ya kids in the O.K.
Ya daughters chillin up in college, top grades,
And your sons a fuckin doctor, phat pay!
They got family, the kids, and its all good!
They even coach little league in the neighborhood!
Is this true? Have ya really seen the holy ghost?
Naw, bitch! Not even close!
Back to reality, your sons 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, youd beat em and leave em home!
And even whip em with the cord of the telephone!
And that reminds me man, hey you got a call!
Watch your step to hell, its a long fall.
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Its time to pack up and move to the next town.
But we forgot Mr. Bigot,
Okay, dig it,
We cant show ya an illusion, cuz were all packed, but
Ill still cut your neck out! Hows that?
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