No Apologies
[Verse 1: Eminem]
In my mind I'm a fighter, my hearts a lighterMy soul is the fluid, my flow sparks it right upBut arsenic writer, Author with Arth-r-itisCarpel-tunnel, Marshall with start shit-itisHard-headed and hot-headedBull-headed and pig-headedDick-headed a prick, a big headache I'm sickQuick-witted for every lyric spittedThere are 6 critics who wait, for me to slip with itSo quick this dynamite stick, bury the wickIt's gonna ex-plode any minute, some lunaticLit it and its not Nelly, do not tell me to stop yellingWhen I stop selling I'll quit so, stop dwellingI am not failing, you fuckers are not readyCause I got jelly, like Beyonce's pot bellyThis is destiny, yes moneyI'm off running, so get off of meI'm not slowing or softening
[Hook]
No apologies, nah suckers I'm not sorryYou can all sue me; y'all could be the cause of meNo apologies, y'all feeling the force of meNo remorse for me, like there was no recourse (nah) for meNo apologies, not even acknowledging you at allTill I get a call that God's comingNo apologies, laugh fuckers, its all funnyI can spit in your face while you're standing across from meNo apologies
[Verse 2: Eminem]My head hits the pillow, a weeping willowI can't sleep, a pain so deep it bellowsBut these jellos, help just to keep me mellowHands on my head, touch knees to elbowsI'm hunched over emotion just flows overThese cold shoulders are both frozenYou don't know meI keep saying it, I can't stress it enoughSo keep playing it, and stand next to the subsI choke mics like asphyxationWhen I'm strangling my own throat masturbatingFuck yeah I'm a basket caseAnd I mastered this rap shit till my ass gets wastedTill my assassination, till I'm slain cuz of some fags infatuation.44 Mag's fascination a taste for disaster and if that's the case then
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[Verse 3: Eminem]This song isn't for you it's for meA true MC, it's what he'll doJust to see if he still has itAnd if his skills masteredHe's able to spill raps long after he's killed that's aReal MC got you feeling meWhether willing or unwillingly, you still agreeAs long as there's still this hunger, and will in meThen expect a longer life expectancyI'd be a savage beast if I ain't had this outlet to salvage meInside, I'd be exploding soaked in self loathingAnd mourning so I'm warning you don't coax meIt's silly, but really it's sheep in wolves clothingWho only reacts when he gets pushed don't beFooled, the press blows up this whole thingIt's stupid, they don't know cuz they don't seeThat I'm wounded, all they did was ballooned itI'm sick of talking bout these tattoos Cartoon didThat's why I tuned it out I'm sick of dukingThey can suck my dick while I'm puking, and you too you can
Expect no sympathy from meI'm an MC, this is how I'm supposed to beCold as a G, my hearts frozen it don't even beatSo expect no apologiesExpect no sympathy from meI'm an MC, this is how I'm supposed to beCold as a G, my hearts frozen it don't even beatSo expect no apologies