Yeah, yeah

I'm known for running my mouth
I will not be accountable for what comes out, uh
I dunno, I might have said it
I was kinda gone and light-head
And my jacket kinda fresh, bright red
And as usual, my pants tight-threaded

It seem like everybody dress tight now
And I just want my credit
Don't get it, twist it or dread it
I am the king and will not be headed

To the morgue no time soon, brethren
Being broke made my head hurt
So I need the bread or an Excedrin
That'll only get my engine revving

While y'all on ten, I'm on eleven
I'ma make the news be on at seven
Matter fact, I'm on this very second
I'm in first and y'all in second
And this verse only add to the freshness
Call to the club, tell them add to the guest list

What you think? Way more *****es?
I can never be too big for my britches
Y'all mother***kers know who this is
I'm gifted

(Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas)
A moment ends, I've got my rhymes
Whatever comes I write it down
So knock me out and shoot me down
With mics in hand we'll stand against the test of time

You don't know mine like I said a thousand times
I gotta stay ahead, know what I'm fighting for
I'll leave you to your car, never seen my kind before
And you're all so thick-headed, Apollo and I know I let it

Part of me won't let me quit, won't let me to not say ****
So which day to before with, half these bills I can't afford it
Try to hold it in but it make me sick so I spit it out
Said do the hell with it
I dream it and I build it all waking up for when you call

A moment ends, I've got my rhymes
Whatever comes I write it down
So knock me out and shoot me down
With mics in hand we'll stand against the test of time

A moment ends, I've got my rhymes
Whatever comes, I write it down
So knock me out and shoot me down
With mics in hand we'll stand against the

A moment ends, I've got my rhymes
Whatever comes I write it down
So knock me out and shoot me down
With mics in hand we'll stand against the test of time