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 an I am not felling You fuckers are not ready cause I got jelly like Beyonce's pot belly This is Destiny yes money I'm of running So get off of 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 feeling the force of me No remorse for me like there was no recourse for me No apologies 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 ya face while your standing 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 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 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 'cause of some fag's infatuation 44 mags 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 feeling the force of me No remorse for me like there was no recourse for me No apologies 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 ya face while your standing across from me no apologies 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 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 have this out let 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 talking about these tattoos cartoon did That's why I tuned it out I'm sick of duking An they can suck my dick while I'm puking 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 hearts 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 hearts frozen it don't even beat So expect no apologies