Eminem – No apoligies

In my mind I’m a fighter, my heart’s a lighter
My soul is the fluid, my flow sparks it brighter
But arsenic writer, often with arthritis
Carpel-tunnel, Marshal with start shititis

Hard-headed and hot-headed, bull-headed and pig-headed
Dick-headed a brick, a big headache I’m sick
Quick with it for every lyric spit it
There are 6 critics who wait, for me to slip with it

So quit this dynamite stick, bury the wick
It’s gonna explode any minute, someone will tick
Lit it and its not Nelly, do not tell me to stop yelling
When I stop selling I’ll quit so, stop dwelling

I am not failing, you fu*kers are not ready
‘Cuz I got jelly, like jizzin on your pot belly
This is destiny, yes money, I’m off running, so get off of me
I’m not slowing the 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 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 fu*kers, it’s all funny
I can spit in your face while you’re standing across from me
No apologies

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 affixation
When I’m strangling my own throat masturbating
fu*k yeah, I’m a basket case
And I mastered this rap shit till my ass gets wasted

Till my assassination
Till I’m slain ‘cuz of some fags infatuation

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