Lyrics No Apologies - Eminem

In my mind I'm a 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 six 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 off 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 your face while you're 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, 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 stranglin' my own throat masturbatin'
Fuck yeah I'ma basket case but I mastered this rap shit, till my ass gets wasted
Till my assassination
Until 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 your face while you're standin' across from me, no apologies

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 skill's 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 didn't have 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 cause they don't see that I'm wounded
All they did was ballooned it
I'm sick of talkin' 'bout these tattoos cartooneded
That's why I tuned it out, I'm sick of dukin'
And they can suck my dick while I'm pukin', and 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 heart's frozen, it don't 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 heart's frozen, it don't even beat
So expect no apologies