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En mi combatiente de la mente, alumbrador del A. de mi corazón. Mi alma es el líquido, mi flujo chispea él ascendente derecho Un escritor arsénico, autor con artritis El túnel de Carpal, ordenar con comienzo mierda-es Hardheaded y hotheaded, bullheaded y cabezón Dick-dirigido, un pinchazo, un dolor de cabeza grande - soy enfermo Agudo, para cada lírica spitted, Hay seis críticos que me esperan para deslizarse con él Tan aprisa, este palillo de la dinamita, entierra el fieltro, Va a estallar cualquier minuto - algún loco lo encendió, Y no es Nelly, no me dice parar el gritar Cuando paro el vender pararé así pues, paro el morar No estoy fallando, que usted los fuckers no son listos, 'Cáuseme consiguió la jalea como el vientre del pote (de Beyonce) Éste es destino, sí dinero, yo está del funcionamiento Consiga tan de mí, no me estoy retardando ni estoy ablandando Estribillo: Ningunas apologías, lechones del nah no estoy apesadumbrado, Usted puede todo demandarme, y'all podría ser la causa de mí

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In my mind I'ma 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 Dick-headed, a prick, a big headache - I'm sick Quick-witted, for every lyric spitted, There are six critics who wait for me to slip with it So quick, this dynamite stick, bury the wick, It's gonna explode any minute - some lunatic lit it, And it's 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, 'Cause I got jelly like (Beyonce's) pot belly This is destiny, yes money, I'm off running So get off 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, I'm not even acknowledging you at all, 'till I get a call that God's coming No apologies, laugh fuckers it's all funny I could spit in your face while you're 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 can’t stress it enough, So keep playin' it and stand next to the subs I choke mics like asphyxiation, While I'm strangling my own throat and masturbatin' (ha-ha) Fuck yeah, I'm a basket case and I mastered this rap shit, 'till my ass gets wasted, 'till my assassination,

[ Lyrics found on http://www.metrolyrics.com ] 'till I'm slain cause of some fag's infatuation 44 mag - a fascination, a taste for disaster, And 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, I'm not even acknowledging you at all, 'till I get a call that God's coming No apologies, laugh fuckers it's all funny I could spit in your face while you're standing across from me, No apologies Verse 3: This song isn't for you it's for me - A true mc, It's what he'll do just to see if he still has it And if his skills mastered, He's able to spill raps long after he's killed, that's a real MC Got you feelin' me, whether willing or unwillingly, You still agree, as long as there's still this hunger and 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 and 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 talking 'bout these tattoos Cartoon did, That's why I tuned it out, I'm sick of dukin' And they can suck my dick while I'm pukin', And you too you can.. Outro: [X2] ..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

Fuente: musica.com Eminem