Eminem - No Apologies

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 arthritis
Carpal tunnel, Marshall with start shit-itis
Hardheaded and hotheaded, bullheaded and pigheaded
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 explode 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**kers are not ready
'Cause I got jelly like (Beyonce's) pot belly
This is destiny, yes money, I'm off running
So get off 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
I'm not even acknowledging you at all
'Till I get a call that God's coming
No apologies
Laugh f**kers it's all funny
I could spit in your face
While you're standing across from me
No apologies

My head hits the pillow, a weepin' 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 sayin' it
I can’t stress it enough
So keep playin' it and stand next to the subs
I choke mics like asphyxiation
While I'm strangling my own throat
And masturbatin' (ha-ha)
F**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
Cause of some fag's infatuation
44 mag - 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
I'm not even acknowledging you at all
'Till I get a call that God's coming
No apologies
Laugh f**kers it's all funny
I could spit in your face
While you're standing 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 skills mastered
He's able to spill raps long after he's 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 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 talking
'Bout these tattoos Cartoon did
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