conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called No Apologies with the following description: Off of Eminem’s compilation album Eminem Presents: The Re-Up, this song is actually a combination of two freestyles Em had done.
  Most of this album was a disappointment compared to his earlier work and viewed as an attempt to get his Shady/Aftermath label going. But this song stood out because of its similar theme to vintage Eminem songs. It has since been considered to be one of Eminem’s best songs, and has been included on multiple top-10 song lists. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Verse 1]
  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 arth-r-itis
  Carpal tunnel, Marshall with Start-Shit-Itis
  Hard-headed and hot-headed, bull-headed and pig-headed
  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 Beyoncé's potbelly
  This is destiny;
   yes, money, I'm off 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
  Nah, no apologies! Not even acknowledging you at all
  'Til I get a call that God's coming
  No apologies! Laugh, fuckers, it's all funny
  I can spit in your face while you're standin' across from me
  No apologies! [Verse 2]
  My head hits the pillow, a weeping 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
  When I'm strangling my own throat masturbatin', haha!
  Fuck, yeah, I'm a basket case and
  I'll master this rap shit 'til my ass gets wasted
  'Til my assassination
  'Til I'm slain 'cause of some fag's infatuation
  .44 mag's 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
  Nah, no apologies! Not even acknowledging you at all
  'Til I get a call that God's coming
  No apologies! Laugh, fuckers, it's all funny
  I can spit in your face while you're standin' 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 had 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—
  [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