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