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In my mind I'm a fighter, my heart's a lighterMy soul is the fluid, my flow sparks it right upArsenic writer, author with arthritisCarpel tunnel, Marshall will start shit-itisHard headed and hot headed, bull headed and pig headeddick headed, a prick, a big headache I'm sickquick witted, for every lyric spittedThere are six critics who wait for me to slip with it, so quickThis dynamite stick buried the wickit's gonna explode any minute, some lunatic lit it, and it's not NellyDo not tell me to stop yelling, when I stop selling, I quit soStop dwelling an' I am not failingYou fuckers are not ready, 'cause I got jellylike [Beyoncé's] pot belly, this is "Destiny"Yes money I'm of runningso get off of me, I'm not slowing or softeningChorusNo apologiesNah suckers I'm not sorry you can all sue meY'all could be the cause of meNo apologiesY'all feelin' the force of me, no remorse for melike there was no recourse for meNo apologiesI'm not even acknowledging you at alltill I get a call that God's comingNo apologiesLaugh fuckers it's all funnyI can spit in your face while your standin' across from me, no apologiesMy head hit's the pillow, a weeping willowI can't sleep, a pain so deep it bellowsBut these chellos, help just to keep me mellowHand's on my head, touched knees to elbowsI'm hunched over, emotion just flows overThese cold shoulders are both frozen, you don't know meI keep saying it, I can't stress it enoughSo keep playing it and stand next to the subsI choke mics like asphyxiationwhen I'm stranglin' my own throat masturbatin' (Haha!)Fuck yeah I'm a basket case and I mastered this rap shittill my ass gets wastedTill my assassinationtill I'm slain 'cause of some fag's infatuation44 mags a fascinationa taste for disaster, and if that's the case then...ChorusThis song isn't for you, it's for me, a true Mcit's what it do just to see if he still has itAnd if his skills masteredhe's able to spill raps long after his killed that's a, real McGot you feelin' me, whether willing or unwillingly, you still agreeAs long as there's still this hunger and will in methen expect a longer life expectancyI'd be a savage beast, if I ain't have this outlet to salvage me insideI'd be exploding soaked in self loathing an' mourningSo I'm warning you, don't coax me, it's sillyI'm really a sheep in wolf's clothingwho only reacts when he gets pushed, don't be, fooledThe press blows up this whole thing, it's stupidthey don't know 'cause they don't see that I'm woundedall they did was ballooned itI'm sick of talkin' 'bout these tattoos cartoon didthat'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...Expect no sympathy from me, I'm an Mcthis is how I'm supposed to be, cold as a gMy heart's frozen it don't even beatso expect no apologiesExpect no sympathy from me, I'm an Mcthis is how I'm supposed to be, cold as a gMy heart's frozen it don't even beatso expect no apologies
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