[Verse 1] 
In my mind I'ma fighter, my heart's a lighter 
My soul is the fluid, my flow sparks it right up  [bad word] writer, author with arthritis 
Carpel tunnel, Marshall will start [bad word] itis 
Hard headed and hot headed, bull headed and pig headed,  [bad word] 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 [bad word] are not ready, cause I got jelly, like (Beyonce's) pot belly 
This is Destiny, yes money I'm [bad word] 
So get off of me, I'm not slowing or softening 
 [bad word]  

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 [bad word] 
No apologies, laugh [bad word] 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 [bad word]   [bad word] yeah i'ma basket case and I mastered this rap [bad word]  'till my [bad word] gets wasted, 'till my 
assassination, 
'till I'm slain 'cause of some [bad word] s infatuation 
44 mags a fascination, a taste for disaster and if that's the case then.. 
 [bad word]  

[Verse 3] 

This song isn't for you, it's for me, a [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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