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Ticket please? Thanks walk threw the doors Into the halls of illusions visit yours And see what could of it should of it would of been real But you had to fuck up the whole deal Lets take a walk down the hallway It's a long way It takes all day And when we get to the end you find a chair With straps and chains we slap you in there Lock you down tight so you can't move a tread And pull your eyelids up over your head Cuz your about to witness an illusionary dream It's just to bad it aint what it seems You walk in and you see two kids on the floor There playin' Nintendo and he's got the high score And sittin' behind them chillin' in a chair Is your wife and you look oh you aint there There's some other man in the hand in hand As he 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 your about Letras de cancionesYour wife cant smile cuz you knocked her teeth out And she can't see straight from gettin' hit Cuz your 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 Dont look now your life is gone This is all bcause of you What you got your life into Great Milenko wave your wand Dont look now your life is gone This is all bcause of you What you got your life into Look who's next it's Mr.Clark The dirty old man from the trailer park You got you ticket? Thanks take your coat off And later on why not I'll rip your throught off Lets take a walk down the hallway It's a long way It takes all day And when you get to the end you find a chair You see all the blood yea your boy was just here We get all differernt counter people comin' threw Riches, 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 dear no way It looks like your kids in the OK Your daughters chillin' up in collage tuff grades And your sons a fuckin' docter fat payed They got family, the kids, and it's all good They even coach little league in the neighborhood Is this true have you really seen the holy ghoast? Na bitch not even close Back to reality your sons on crack And your dauhters got nut stains on her back And they both fuckin' smell like shit And live in a gutter and sell crack to each other When they were kids You would beat 'em and leave 'em home And even whip 'em with the cord on the telephone And that reminds me man Hey you gotta call Watch your step to Hell You belong Great Milenko wave your wand Dont look now your life is gone This is all bcause of you What you got your life into ((2x)) Time to pack up and move to the next town But we forgot Mr.Biggit, OK Digit We cant show you an illusion cuz we all packed But i'll still cut your neck out cuz the Great Milenko wave your wand Dont look now your life is gone This is all bcause of you What you got your life into ((4X)) From Letras Mania