[Verse 1: Eminem]
In my mind I'm a fighter, my heart's a lighter
My soul is the fluid, my flow sparks it right up
An arsenic writer, Author with Arth-r-itis
Carpel-tunnel, Marshall with start sh**-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 six critics who wait for me to slip with it
So quick, this dynamite stick, bury the wick
It's gonna ex-plode any minute
Some lunatic lit it, and it's not Nelly
Do not tell me to stop yelling
When I stop selling I'll quit so, stop dwelling
I am not failing, you f**ers are not ready
Cause I got jelly, like Beyonce's pot belly
This is destiny, yes money
I'm off running, so get off of me, I'm not slowing or softening
[Hook]
No apologies, nah, s**ers, I'm not sorry
You can all sue me; y'all could be the cause of me
No apologies, y'all feeling 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, f**ers, it's all funny
I can spit in your face while you're standing across from me
No apologies
[Verse 2: Eminem]
My head hits the pillow, a weeping willow
I can't sleep, a pain so deep it bellows
But these cellos help just to keep me mellow
Hands on my head, touch knees to elbows
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 mics like asphyxiation
When I'm strangling my own throat masturbatin'
f** yeah, I'm a basket case
And I mastered this rap sh** till my a** gets wasted
Till my a**a**ination
Till I'm slain because of some f*gs infatuation
.44 Mag's fascination a taste for disaster
And if that's the case then…
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Eminem]
This song isn't for you, it's for me, a true MC
It's what he'll do just to see if he still has it
And if his sk**s mastered
He's able to spill raps long after he's k**ed
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 had this outlet to salvage me
Inside I'd be exploding soaked in self loathing
And 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 cuz they don't see
That I'm wounded, all they did was ballooned it
I'm sick of talking bout these tattoos Cartoon did
That's why I tuned it out, I'm sick of dukin'
They can s** my dick while I'm pukin', and you too, you can
[Hook 2]
Expect no sympathy from me
I'm an MC, this is how I'm supposed to be
Cold as a G, my heart's frozen, it don't even beat
So expect no apologies
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