Junk

Amazing, felt like I was caged in Wrote a rhyme and started blazing Turn the page and you'll feel my raging Thunder when my foot hits the pavement Maxed out, grabbed the mic and blacked out Punks pop yang and backed out Took the back route, ran up on them with the gat out Bet they looked at me and passed out Hungry, so it's gonna get ugly I'm feeling like nobody loves me Funky and I'm a microphone junkie Tearing up from country to country Major, I got the unique flavor Bless you with my words like your savior Player, you better curb your behavior Or I'm gonna have to dig your ass later Funky, and I'm a microphone junkie And I'm a microphone junkie And I'm a microphone junkie Funky, and I'm a microphone junkie Glorious, got the fabric of warriors Give all the chicks euphoria Tapped it, on the low I smashed it Now she got her wig on backwards So I asked her, who's a complete master I make her heartbeat faster Weirdos, mad jealous but scared though This time I'm well prepared yo Funky, and I'm a microphone junkie And I'm a microphone junkie And I'm a microphone junkie Funky, and I'm a microphone junkie