Till I get a call that God's coming
Hands on my head, touch knees to elbows
You can all sue me, y'all could be the cause of me
Till I'm slain 'cuz of some fags infatuation
No apologies, laugh fuckers it's all funny
It's gonna explode any minute, someone will tick
It's silly, but really its sheep in wolves clothing
Till my assassination
I'm hunched over, emotion just flows over
Fool, the press blows up this whole thing
He's able to spill raps long after he's killed that's a
Till I get a call that God's coming
This song isn't for you it's for me
I'm an MC, this is how I'm supposed to be
That I'm wounded, all they did was ballooned it
I'm an MC, this is how I'm supposed to be
And mourning so I'm warning you don't coax me
Quick with it for every lyric spit it
That's why I tuned it out I'm sick of duking
A taste for disaster and if that's the case then
No apologies
There are 6 critics who wait, for me to slip with it
Whether willing or unwillingly, you still agree
So expect no apologies
Expect no sympathy from me
These cold shoulders are both frozen, you don't know me
And I mastered this rap shit till my ass gets wasted
Carpel-tunnel, Marshal with start shititis
Dick-headed a brick, a big headache I'm sick
Inside, I'd be exploding soaked in self loathing
No apologies, not even acknowledging you at all
Cold as a G, my heart's frozen it don't even beat
So keep playing it and stand next to the subs
So quit this dynamite stick, bury the wick
I'm sick of talking bout these tattoos cartoon did
I'm not slowing the softening
A true MC, it's what I do just to see if he still has it
No apologies, y'all feeling the force of me
Who only reacts when he gets pushed don't we
No apologies, laugh fuckers, it's all funny
'Cuz I got jelly, like jizzin on your pot belly
And if his skills mastered
I am not failing, you fuckers are not ready
Lit it and its not Nelly, do not tell me to stop yelling
Then expect a longer life expectancy
No apologies
If I ain't had this outlet to salvage me
No apologies, not even acknowledging you at all
No apologies, nah suckers I'm not sorry
Cold as a G, my heart's frozen it don't even beat
I keep saying it, I can't stress it enough
This is destiny, yes money, I'm off running, so get off of me
They can suck my dick while I'm puking, and you too you can
.44 Mag's fascination
I can't sleep, a pain so deep it bellows
When I stop selling I'll quit so, stop dwelling
But these cellos, help just to keep me mellow
I choke mics like affixation
But arsenic writer, often with arthritis
I'd be a savage beast
No apologies, nah suckers I'm not sorry
My head hits the pillow, a weeping willow
When I'm strangling my own throat masturbating
As long as there's still this hunger, and will in me
I can spit in your face while you're standing across from me
Real MC got you feeling me
I could spit in your face while you're standing across from me
Expect no sympathy from me
No apologies, y'all feeling the force of me
Fuck yeah, I'm a basket case
No remorse for me, like there was no recourse for me
It's stupid, they don't know' cuz they don't see
No remorse for me, like there was no recourse for me
Hard-headed and hot-headed, bull-headed and pig-headed
You can all sue me, y'all could be the cause of me
