Ticket, please? Thanks, walk through the doors
Into the Halls of Illusions, visit yours
And see what could've and should've and woulda been real
But you had to fuck up the whole deal
Let's take a walk down the hallway
It's 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 ya can't move a thread
And pull your eyelids up over your head
'Cause you're about to witness an illusionary dream
It's just too bad, it ain't what it seems
You walk in and see two kids on the floor
They're playin Nintendo and he's got the high score
And sittin behind them, chillin' in the chair
Is your wife, when ya look, oh, you ain't there
It's some other man and they're hand in hand
How she looks so happy, you don't understand
See this is an illusion, it never came true
All because of you

Back to reality and what you're about
Your wife can't smile 'cause you knocked her teeth out
And she can't see straight from gettin' hit
'Cause you're a fat fuckin' drunk piece of shit
But it's 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

Great Milenko, wave your wand
Don't look now, your life is gone
This is all because of you
What you got yourself into
Great Milenko, wave your wand
Don't look now, your life is gone
This is all because of you
What you got yourself into

Look who's next, it's Mr. Clark
The dirty old man from the trailer park
You got your ticket? Thanks, take your coat off
And later on, why not? I'll rip your throat off
Let's take a walk down the hallway
It's a long way, it takes all day
And when you get to the end, you'll find a chair
You see all the blood? Yeah, your boy was just here
We get all different kinda people comin' through
Richies, chickens, and bitches just like you
In the halls, everybody gets a turn
To sit and 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's chillin' up at college, top grade
And your son's a fuckin' doctor, phat paid
They got families, and kids, and it's all good
They even coach Little League in their neighborhood
Is this true, have ya really seen the Holy Ghost?
Nah, bitch not even close
Back to reality, your son's on crack
And your daughter's 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'd beat 'em and leave 'em home
And even whip 'em with the cord on the telephone
And that reminds me man, ayy, you got a call
"Watch your step to hell, it's a long fall"

Great Milenko, wave your wand
Don't look now, your life is gone
This is all because of you
What you got yourself into
Great Milenko, wave your wand
Don't look now, your life is gone
This is all because of you
What you got yourself into

Ah, it's time to pack up and move to the next town
But we forgot Mr. Bigot, okay 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?

Great Milenko, wave your wand
Don't look now, your life is gone
This is all because of you
What you got yourself into
Great Milenko, wave your wand
Don't look now, your life is gone
This is all because of you
What you got yourself into
Great Milenko, wave your wand
Don't look now, your life is gone
This is all because of you
What you got yourself into
Great Milenko, wave your wand
Don't look now, your life is gone
This is all because of you
What you got yourself into Writer/s: Joseph Bruce, Joseph Utsler, Mike E. Clark
Publisher: Universal Music Publishing Group
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