[Lyrics]Verse 1:\n\nIn my mind I\'ma fighter, my heart\'s a lighter\nMy soul is the fluid, my flow sparks it right up\nAn arsenic writer, author with arthritis\nCarpal tunnel, Marshall with start shit-itis\nHardheaded and hotheaded, bullheaded and pigheaded\nDick-headed, a prick, a big headache - I\'m sick\nQuick-witted, for every lyric spitted,\nThere are six critics who wait for me to slip with it\nSo quick, this dynamite stick, bury the wick,\nIt\'s gonna explode any minute - some lunatic lit it,\nAnd it\'s not Nelly, do not tell me to stop yelling\nWhen I stop selling I\'ll quit so, stop dwelling\nI am not failing,you f**kers are not ready,\n\'Cause I got jelly like (Beyonce\'s) pot belly\nThis is destiny, yes money, I\'m off running\nSo get off me, I\'m not slowing or softening\n\nChorus:\n\nNo apologies, nah suckers I\'m not sorry,\nYou can all sue me, y\'all could be the cause of me\nNo apologies, y\'all feelin\' the force of me,\nNo remorse for me, like there was no recourse for me\nNo apologies, I\'m not even acknowledging you at all,\n\'till I get a call that God\'s coming\nNo apologies, laugh f**kers it\'s all funny\nI could spit in your face while you\'re standing across from me,\nNo apologies\n\nVerse 2:\n\nMy head hits thepillow, a weepin\' willow\nI can\'t sleep, a pain so deep it bellows\nBut these cellos help just to keep me mellow\nHands on my head, touch knees to elbows\nI\'m hunched over, emotion just flows over\nThese cold shoulders are both frozen, you don\'t know me\nI keep sayin\' it - I can\'t stress it enough,\nSo keep playin\' it and stand next to the subs\nI choke mics like asphyxiation,\nWhile I\'m strangling my own throat and masturbatin\' (ha-ha)\nF**k yeah, I\'m a basket case and I mastered this rap shit,\n\'till my ass gets wasted, \'till my assassination,\n[No Apologies lyrics on http://www.metrolyrics.com]\n\n\'tillI\'m slain cause of some fag\'s infatuation\n44 mag - a fascination, a taste for disaster,\nAnd if that\'s the case then..\n\nChorus:\n\nNo apologies, nah suckers I\'m not sorry,\nYou can all sue me, y\'all could be the cause of me\nNo apologies, y\'all feelin\' the force of me,No remorse for me, like there was no recourse for meNo apologies, I\'m not even acknowledging you at all,\'till I get a call that God\'s comingNo apologies, laugh f**kers it\'s all funnyI could spit in your face while you\'re standing across from me,No apologiesVerse 3:\n\nThis song isn\'t for you it\'s for me - A true mc,\nIt\'s what he\'ll do just to see if he still has it\nAnd if his skills mastered,\nHe\'s able to spill raps long after he\'s killed, that\'s a real MC\nGot you feelin\' me, whether willing or unwillingly,\nYou still agree, as long as there\'s still this hunger and will in me,\nThen expect a longer life expectancy\nI\'d be a savage beast if I ain\'t have this outlet to salvage me\nInside, I\'d be exploding soaked in self-loathing and mourning,\nSo I\'m warning you, don\'t coax me\nIt\'s silly, I\'m really a sheep in wolf\'s clothing,\nWho only reacts when he gets pushed, don\'t be fooled\nThe press blows up this whole thing - it\'s stupid,\nThey don\'t know cause they don\'t see that I\'m wounded,\nAll they did was ballooned it\nI\'m sick of talking \'bout these tattoos Cartoon did,\nThat\'s why I tuned it out, I\'m sick of dukin\'\nAnd they can suck my dick while I\'m pukin\',\nAnd you too you can..\n\nOutro: [X2]\n\n..Expect no sympathy from me, I\'m an mc,\nThis is how I\'m supposed to be\nCold as a G, my heart\'s frozen it don\'t even beat\nSo expect no apologies [RAP], Apologies, Eminem, No, Re-UP, The