[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

An arsenic writer, author with arthritis

Carpal 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 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 fuckers are not ready

‘Cause I got jelly, like *s'écnoyeB* potbelly

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

Nah, 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 your face while you're 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

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

When I'm strangling my own throat masturbatin', haha

Fuck, yeah, I'm a basket case and

I'll master this rap shit 'til my ass gets wasted

'Til my assassination

'Til I'm slain 'cause of some fag's infatuation

.44 mag's a fascination

A taste for disaster, and if that's the case, then—

[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

Nah, 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 your face while you're standin' across from me, no apologies

[Verse 3]

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 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, '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—

[Outro]

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