Insane Clown Posse (ICP)



House of Mirrors

See yourself in all the weird shapes and sizes

You, young man, would you like to go into the house of mirrors

Well, okay

Have a good time, son

And good luck finding your way out

Wait a minute, I don't like it in here

Hey, wait a minute, let me out of here

Let...there's dead bodies in here

There's dead bodies in here

I don't like it in here!!!

Step inside, come my way

This here is your fatal day

You have lied, they have cried

Now your life has been denied

Look into the big mirror

Your reflection is so clear

Devil's head, rotting flesh

With the snakes inside your chest

In the mirror you can't hide

You've been granted Jacob's lide

Whipping fear, spinning pain

All you crying is in vain

You're the beast you never knew

This reflects the things you do

Others starving down the block

Richie's heart is like a rock

How can I make a law?

I'm just here to break your jaw

House of Glass, down and up

You might get your ass cut

Mirror of Life, Mirror of Pain

Death, I wave my magic cain

Your last words are those of fear

But they go unheard in the House of Mirrors

Mirror Mirror on the wall

Who's the wickedest of all

Three blind mice, deepest fear

Welcome to the House of Mirrors

Magic wand, magic mirror

Timeless clock says death is near

Death is here, death is on

My king bishop takes your pawn

You can't break House of Mirrors

That's bad luck for seven years

Only in my wicked realm

Of thee untold, now unfold

Thinking back, what you do

Buy a richie home or two

Even though some down and out

You keep what you could live without

You're the beast you never knew

This reflects the things you do

Others starving down the block

Richie's heart is like a rock

First I grab, then I stab

Cut you up into a slab

Grind and twist, flick my wrist

Toss you in the magic mist

Look into Halls of Glass

Every mirror shows the past

With no love you kick the sin of face

Now your place is in the House of Mirrors

Mirror Mirror on the wall

Who's the wickedest of all

Three blind mice, deepest fear

Welcome to the House of Mirrors

Three blind mice, your worst fear

Look into the deadly mirror

Welcome to the House of Mirrors, Mr. Exec

You should explain to E why ICP should let you live

As you look on I see this image in your reflection

A bigot under cover, showing no affections

To the ghettos and the hoods

Just look at you, you think for us, you're too good

Claiming all you got and you can die tomorrow

And when that shit happens, there's no pinion, no sorrow

Cuz you refuse to lift a hand

And you know it's a blessing to help a brother man stand

And if I were you I'd fear myself

Knowing I was selfish and wouldn't let another near my wealth

You just gotta let em fall

You Violent J, "what up", bash that head against the wall

And don't let him run for the door (where you goin, bitch?)

Make him detour to the sore

And let's wash away his bigot sins

While we welcome in some more of his bigot ass friends

And let them see what they really like

Hand-high riding the Benz and I'm a clown-riding the bike

So look closely in the mirror

You're the beast you never knew, so be the next to volunteer

To live in the hood with the ICP

Yo, J, throw away the key to the House of Mirrors

Mirror Mirror on the wall

Who's the wickedest of all

Three blind mice, deepest fear

Welcome to the House of Mirrors

Three blind mice, your worst fear

Look into the deadly mirror