In my mind I'ma 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    [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  '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 standin' across from me, no apologies    [Verse 2]    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 stranglin' my own throat masturbatin'  Fuck yeah i'ma 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]    [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'  An they can suck my dick while I'm pukin', an 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 dont even beat  So expect no apologies    these lyrics are submitted by esada