[Verse 1]
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 6 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 and 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

[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, not even acknowledging you at all
´til I get a call that god´s coming
No apologies, laugh fuckers it´s all funny
I can spit in ya face while your standin´ across from me, no apologies

[Verse 2]
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, hand´s on my head, touched knees to elbow
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 mic´s like asphyxiation when I´m stranglin´ my own throat masturbatin´
Fuck yeah I´m a basket case and I mastered this rap shit, ´til my ass gets wasted, ´til my assassination,
´Til 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]

[Verse 3]
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´
And they can suck my dick while I´m pukin´, and you too, you can

[Outro x2]
Expect no sympathy from me I´m an MC
This is how I´m supposed to be
Cold as a G, my hearts frozen it don´t even beat
So expect no apologies