Rats are in the kitchen scratching
Whispering my name and laughing
Edging up the hall into my bed
Faces on the walls are screaming
Drifting out across the ceiling
Dropping off and falling in my head
All alone
They cut the phones
But then again
There's no-one left to ring
There's going to be no peace
til the bones break through my skin
Another night in Another night in
I shiver within
A slow hand-clap begins
Another night in Another night in
My skeleton is waiting in the wings
of a skeleton grin
Oh no
And I don't know where he stops and I begin
A hundred million bugs are crawling
In and out of every opening
Up and down and over me all night
Looking through my old scrapbook
I search in vain for pleasant memory
Tearing out my hair til it gets light
All alone
I'm heard to groan
My epitaph
'I regret everything'
There's going to be no sleep til the bones
break through my skin
Another night in Another night in
I shiver within
A slow hand clap begins
Another night in Another night in
My skeleton is waiting in the wings of a skeleton grin
Oh no
Cause I don't know where he stops and I begin
It's just Another night in Another night in
I shiver within
A slow hand clap begins
Another night in Another night in
My skeleton is eager in the wings(Ughhhhhh)ÂÂÂÂ
Stack yo Chips, get yo paperÂÂÂÂ
Ball til you fall, young nigga fuck the hatersÂÂÂÂ
Stack yo Chips, get yo paperÂÂÂÂ
Ball til you fall, young nigga fuck the hatersÂÂÂÂ
Stack yo Chips, get yo paperÂÂÂÂ
Ball til you fall, young nigga fuck the hatersÂÂÂÂ
Stack yo Chips, get yo paperÂÂÂÂ
Ball til you fall, young nigga fuck the hatersÂÂÂÂ
(Mystikal)ÂÂÂÂ
I'm movin too fast, doing to much for these niggasÂÂÂÂ
Hum broÂÂÂÂ
I get paid to leave the house sidewaysÂÂÂÂ
Bitch stickn out, whatÂÂÂÂ
I can take it without quessn'ÂÂÂÂ
You the mutha fuckin cowardÂÂÂÂ
And I'm the big bad wolf nigga
And I'm coming to devoiourÂÂÂÂ
Aint nuthin better than money
Sex and the powerÂÂÂÂ
Oh how I love to be on top of the power
FuckÂÂÂÂ
I got it to go wit it, clownishÂÂÂÂ
out dat back cuttin up telly to telly bouncn'ÂÂÂÂ
I got 5 women, 4 cars
3 homes and 2 apartments
A rolex, 10 leather jackets,ÂÂÂÂ
And 20 pair of Michael JordansÂÂÂÂ
All in it, front and back wheels spinninÂÂÂÂ
I might not bid to youÂÂÂÂ
But I'm the shit in the cityÂÂÂÂ
Street things, represent the real no limÂÂÂÂ
Razor sharp rhymes penatrating you skinÂÂÂÂ
The way I dropÂÂÂÂ
Bitch gotta feel themÂÂÂÂ
I'm that closeÂÂÂÂ
Try to stop me from gettn' itÂÂÂÂ
(Ughhhhhh)ÂÂÂÂ
Stack yo Chips, get yo paperÂÂÂÂ
Ball til you fall, young nigga fuck the hatersÂÃ