No apoligies

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 fu*kers 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 fu*kers, 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 fu*k 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 infatuation