No Apologies - Eminem

In my mind I’ma fighter, my heart’s a lighter

My soul is the fluid, my flow sparks it right up

Arsenic writer, author with arthritis

Carpel tunnel, Marshall will start shit-itis

Hard headed and hot headed, bull headed and pig headed

Dick headed, a prick, a big headache I’m sick

Quick witted, for every lyric spitted there are 6 critics

Who wait for me to slip with it, so quick

This dynamite stick buried the wick, it’s gonna explode any minute

Some lunatic lit it and it’s not Nelly

Do not tell me to stop yelling, when I stop selling I quit

So stop dwelling an I am not felling

You f*ckers are not ready, cause I got jelly, like (Beyonce's) pot belly

This is Destiny, yes money I’m of running

So get off of me, I’m not slowing or softening

No apologies, nah suckers I’m not sorry

You can all sue me, y’all could be the cause of me

No apologies, y’all feelin' the force of me

No remorse for me, like there was no recourse for me

No apologies, not even acknowledging you at all

'till I get a call that god’s coming

No apologies, laugh fuckers it’s all funny

I can spit in ya face while your standin' across from me, no apologies

My head hit’s the pillow, a weeping willow, I can’t sleep, a pain so deep it

bellows

But these cellos help just to keep me mellow, hand’s on my head,

touched knees to elbow

I’m hunched over, emotion just flows over, these cold shoulders are both frozen,

you don’t know me

I keep saying it, I can’t stress it enough, so keep playing it and stand next

to the subs

I choke mic’s like asphyxiation when I’m stranglin' my own throat masturbatin'

F*ck yeah Ima basket case and I mastered this rap sh*t, 'till my ass gets

wasted, 'till my assassination

'till I’m slain 'cause of some fag’s infatuation

44 mags a fascination, a taste for disaster and if that’s the case then

No apologies, nah suckers I’m not sorry

You can all sue me, y’all could be the cause of me

No apologies, y’all feelin' the force of me

No remorse for me, like there was no recourse for me

No apologies, not even acknowledging you at all

'till I get a call that god’s coming

No apologies, laugh fuckers it’s all funny

I can spit in ya face while your standin' across from me, no apologies

This song isn’t for you, it’s for me, a true MC

It’s what it do just to see if he still has it

And if his skills mastered

He’s able to spill raps long after his killed, that’s a real MC

Got you feelin' me, whether willing or unwillingly

You still agree, as long as there’s still this hunger and will in me

Then expect a longer life expectancy

I’d be a savage beast if I ain’t have this outlet to salvage me inside

I’d be exploding soaked in self loathing an mourning

So I’m warning you, don’t coax me

It’s silly, I’m really a sheep in wolf’s clothing

Who only reacts when he gets pushed, don’t be fooled

The press blows up this whole thing, it’s stupid

They don’t know cause they don’t see that I’m wounded

All they did was ballooned it

I’m sick of talkin' 'bout these tattoos cartoon did

That’s why I tuned it out, I’m sick of dukin'

An they can suck my dick while I’m pukin', an you too, you can

Expect no sympathy from me I’m an mc

This is how I’m supposed to be

Cold as a G, my hearts frozen it dont even beat

So expect no apologies

Expect no sympathy from me I’m an mc

This is how I’m supposed to be

Cold as a G, my hearts frozen it dont even beat

So expect no apologies