The re-up (no apologies-lyrics)

[jaxthugfucker]

Eminem Verse One

In my mind i'm a fighter, my heart's a lighter, my soul is the fluid, my flow sparks it right up, an arsenic writer, author with arthritis, carpal tunnel, Marshall with start shit-itis, hardheaded and hotheaded, bullheaded and pigheaded, dickheaded,a prick, a big headache i'm sick, quick with it with every lyric spitted, there are six critics who wait for me to slip with it so quick this dynamite stick bury the wick its gonna explode, any minute some lunatic 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 i secnoyeb pot belly, this is destiny, yes money, i'm all fronting so get off of me im not slowing or softening.

Chorus:

No apologies, naw suckers im not sorry yall can all sue me, yall could be the cause of me no apologies yall feelin the force of me, no remorce from me like there was no recourse for me, no apologies im not even acknowledging you at all, til i get a call that gods coming, no apologies, laugh fuckers its all funny i could spit in your face while your standing across from me, no apologies.

Verse 2

My head hits the pillow, a weepin 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 sayin' it i cant stress it enough, so keep playin it and stand next to the subs, i choke mics like affixiation while i'm strangling my own throat masturbatin (haHA) fuck yeah i'm a basketcase and i master this rap shit til' my ass gets wasted, til' my assassination, til' i'm slain cuz of some fag's infatuation, 44 mag, a fascination, a taste for disaster and if thats the case then.

Chorus.

Verse 3
To be Added...

[Shady88]

props

[Crossova16]

songs so sick! im waiting for verse 3!

[Shady88]

*waiting* ^^

[stevethetruth]

wow major PROPS!!

[shadyone187211]

not bad got that up there witta quickness props

[saitek]

good look thanks

[slima66]

Verse 1:
In my mind i'ma fighter, my heart's a lighter, my soul is the fluid, my flow sparks at writer?
Arsenic writer, author with arthritis, carpel tunnel, Marshall will start shit-idis
Hard headed & hot headed, bull headed & pig headed, dick 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 & 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 fuckers are not ready, cause i got jelly, like (Beyonce's) pot belly, this is destiny, yes money I'm of running
so get off of me, I'm not slowing or softening

Chorus:
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 god's coming
No apologies, laugh fuckers 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 chellows 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 & stand next to the subs
I choke mic's like asphyxiation when I'm stranglin' my own throat masturbatin'
Fuck yeah i'ma basket case & i mastered this rap shit, 'till my ass gets wasted, 'till my assassination,
'till I'm slain 'cause of some fag's infatuation
44 mags a fascination, a taste for disaster & if that's the case then..

Chorus:
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 god's coming
No apologies, laugh fuckers it's all funny, i can spit in ya face while your standin' across from me, no apologies

Verse 3:
This song isn't for you, it's for me, a true MC, it's what it do just to see if he still has it &
if his skills mastered, he's able to spill raps long after his killed, that's a real MC
Got chu feelin' me, whether willing or unwillingly, you still agree, as long as there's still
this hunger & 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 dick while I'm pukin', an you too, you can

Chorus:
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

[vermin]

k

[slima66]

k

[Shads]

huge propz - to the both of you!