Punk

Amazing felt like I was caged in Wrote a rhyme and started blazing Turn the page and you'll feel my ragin' Thunder when my foot hits the pavement Maxed out, grabbed the mic and blacked out. Punks spot the yang and backed out, took the back route, rap up on them with the gat out 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 junky Tearing up from country to country Major, I got the unique flavour Bless you with my words like your saviour Player, you better curb your behaviour Or I'm gonna have to dig your *ss later Funky and I'm a microphone junky and I'm a microphone junky and I'm a microphone junky Funky and I'm a microphone junky 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 junky and I'm a microphone junky and I'm a microphone junky Funky and I'm a microphone junky 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