- Votes:
 - Composers:
 - Mathers
 - Marshall B. Iii / Resto
 - Luis Edgardo
 
- Genres:
 - Hip-Hop
 
- Tags:
 - eminem
 - rap
 - straight raw
 
- See also:
 
Eminem - No Apologies lyrics
In my mind I'm a fighter, my heart's a lighter
 My soul is the fluid, my flow sparks it brighter
 But arsenic writer, often with arthritis
 Carpel-tunnel, Marshal with start shititis
 Hard-headed and hot-headed, bull-headed and pig-headed
 Dick-headed a brick, a big headache I'm sick
 Quick with it for every lyric spit it
 There are 6 critics who wait, for me to slip with it
 So quit this dynamite stick, bury the wick
 It's gonna explode any minute, someone will tick
 Lit it and its 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
 'Cuz I got jelly, like jizzin on your pot belly
 This is destiny, yes money, I'm off running, so get off of me
 I'm not slowing the 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 your face while you're standing across from me
 No apologies
 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 saying it, I can't stress it enough
 So keep playing it and stand next to the subs
 I choke mics like affixation
 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 'cuz of some fags infatuationEminem - No Apologies - http://motolyrics.com/eminem/no-apologies-lyrics.html
 .44 Mag's 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 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 I 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 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 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, but really its sheep in wolves clothing
 Who only reacts when he gets pushed don't we
 Fool, the press blows up this whole thing
 It's stupid, they don't know' cuz 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 duking
 They can suck my dick while I'm puking, 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













