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 fuckers 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




[Chorus]




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




[Verse 2]




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·


Fuck yeah i·ma basket case and I mastered this rap shit, ·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..




[Chorus]




[Verse 3]




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




[Outro x2]




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 apologïes