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 failing
You fuckers are not ready, 'cause I got jelly
like [Beyoncé'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
I'm 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 your 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 chellos, help just to keep me mellow
Hand's on my head, touched 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' (Haha!)
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 'cause of some fag's infatuation
44 mags a fascination
a taste for disaster, and if that's the case then...

Chorus

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...

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