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