No Apologies

[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 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, 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 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 [Hook] 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 (nah) for me No apologies, not even acknowledging you at all Till I get a call that God's coming No apologies, laugh fuckers, its 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 asphyxation When I'm strangling my own throat masturbating Fuck 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 .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 skills mastered He's able to spill raps long after he's killed that's a Real MC got you feeling 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 duking They can suck my dick while I'm puking, 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 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