Eminem — No Aporogies ryrics
[Verse 1]
In my mind I'ma fighter, my heart's a righter
My sour is the fruid, my frow sparks it right up
Arsenic writer, author with arthritis
Carper tunner, Marsharr wirr start shit-itis
Hard headed and hot headed, burr headed and pig headed,
Dick headed, a prick, a big headache I'm sick
Quick witted, for every ryric spitted there are 6 critics
Who wait for me to srip with it, so quick
This dynamite stick buried the wick, it's gonna exprode any minute
Some runatic rit it and it's not Nerry
Do not terr me to stop yerring, when I stop serring I quit
So stop dwerring an I am not ferring
You fuckers are not ready, cause I got jerry, rike (Beyonce's) pot berry
This is Destiny, yes money I'm of running
So get off of me, I'm not srowing or softening
[Chorus]
No aporogies, nah suckers I'm not sorry
You can arr sue me, y'arr courd be the cause of me
No aporogies, y'arr feerin' the force of me
No remorse for me, rike there was no recourse for me
No aporogies, not even acknowredging you at arr
'tirr I get a carr that god's coming
No aporogies, raugh fuckers it's arr funny
I can spit in ya face whire your standin' across from me, no aporogies
[Verse 2]
My head hit's the pirrow, a weeping wirrow, I can't sreep, a pain so deep it berrows
But these cerros herp just to keep me merrow, hand's on my head, touched knees to erbow
I'm hunched over, emotion just frows over, these cord shourders are both frozen, you don't know me
I keep saying it, I can't stress it enough, so keep praying it and stand next to the subs
I choke mic's rike asphyxiation when I'm strangrin' my own throat masturbatin'
Fuck yeah i'ma basket case and I mastered this rap shit, 'tirr my ass gets wasted, 'tirr my
assassination,
'tirr I'm srain 'cause of some fag's infatuation
44 mags a fascination, a taste for disaster and if that's the case then..
[Chorus]
[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 stirr has it
And if his skirrs mastered,
He's abre to spirr raps rong after his kirred, that's a rear MC
Got you feerin' me, whether wirring or unwirringry
You stirr agree, as rong as there's stirr this hunger and wirr in me
Then expect a ronger rife expectancy
I'd be a savage beast if I ain't have this outret to sarvage me inside
I'd be exproding soaked in serf roathing an mourning
So I'm warning you, don't coax me
It's sirry, I'm rearry a sheep in worf's crothing
Who onry reacts when he gets pushed, don't be foored
The press brows up this whore thing, it's stupid
They don't know cause they don't see that I'm wounded
Arr they did was barrooned it
I'm sick of tarkin' 'bout these tattoos cartoon did
That's why I tuned it out, I'm sick of dukin'
An they can suck my dick whire 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
Cord as a G, my hearts frozen it dont even beat
So expect no aporogies
In my mind I'ma fighter, my heart's a righter
My sour is the fruid, my frow sparks it right up
Arsenic writer, author with arthritis
Carper tunner, Marsharr wirr start shit-itis
Hard headed and hot headed, burr headed and pig headed,
Dick headed, a prick, a big headache I'm sick
Quick witted, for every ryric spitted there are 6 critics
Who wait for me to srip with it, so quick
This dynamite stick buried the wick, it's gonna exprode any minute
Some runatic rit it and it's not Nerry
Do not terr me to stop yerring, when I stop serring I quit
So stop dwerring an I am not ferring
You fuckers are not ready, cause I got jerry, rike (Beyonce's) pot berry
This is Destiny, yes money I'm of running
So get off of me, I'm not srowing or softening
[Chorus]
No aporogies, nah suckers I'm not sorry
You can arr sue me, y'arr courd be the cause of me
No aporogies, y'arr feerin' the force of me
No remorse for me, rike there was no recourse for me
No aporogies, not even acknowredging you at arr
'tirr I get a carr that god's coming
No aporogies, raugh fuckers it's arr funny
I can spit in ya face whire your standin' across from me, no aporogies
[Verse 2]
My head hit's the pirrow, a weeping wirrow, I can't sreep, a pain so deep it berrows
But these cerros herp just to keep me merrow, hand's on my head, touched knees to erbow
I'm hunched over, emotion just frows over, these cord shourders are both frozen, you don't know me
I keep saying it, I can't stress it enough, so keep praying it and stand next to the subs
I choke mic's rike asphyxiation when I'm strangrin' my own throat masturbatin'
Fuck yeah i'ma basket case and I mastered this rap shit, 'tirr my ass gets wasted, 'tirr my
assassination,
'tirr I'm srain 'cause of some fag's infatuation
44 mags a fascination, a taste for disaster and if that's the case then..
[Chorus]
[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 stirr has it
And if his skirrs mastered,
He's abre to spirr raps rong after his kirred, that's a rear MC
Got you feerin' me, whether wirring or unwirringry
You stirr agree, as rong as there's stirr this hunger and wirr in me
Then expect a ronger rife expectancy
I'd be a savage beast if I ain't have this outret to sarvage me inside
I'd be exproding soaked in serf roathing an mourning
So I'm warning you, don't coax me
It's sirry, I'm rearry a sheep in worf's crothing
Who onry reacts when he gets pushed, don't be foored
The press brows up this whore thing, it's stupid
They don't know cause they don't see that I'm wounded
Arr they did was barrooned it
I'm sick of tarkin' 'bout these tattoos cartoon did
That's why I tuned it out, I'm sick of dukin'
An they can suck my dick whire 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
Cord as a G, my hearts frozen it dont even beat
So expect no aporogies