No Apologies

I'm still the one son all you bitches love to hate
 'Cos you know you can't control what I do or what I say
 I'll never be the one that you think I should be
 Don't you see
 I do what I please, with no apologies
 I'm still the one that shot up that Hill Top bar
 You say me and ol' Jim Beam sometimes take things a little too far
 But I don't think you're ready for no Honky Tonk Hero like me (bitches please)
 You'd do better with a puppet dancing on a string
 I'm still the one son all you bitches love to hate
 You know you can't control what I do or what I say
 I'll never be the one that you think I should be
 Don't you see
 I do what I please, with no apologies
 I'm a bad mother f
 I'm still the one that got cut up in that Austin parking lot
 I did some cutting of my own you know I always give for what I got
 Maybe battle scars and whiskey breath ain't in your market plan
 I don't think you're ready for no true life Honky Tonk Man
 I'm still the one son all you bitches love to hate
 'Cos you know you can't control what I do or what I say
 I'll never be the one that you think I should be
 Don't you see
 I do what I please, with no apologies
 Hell I do what I please, with no apologies