Junk (Feat. Guru) - Ferry Corsten, Guru

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