Ferry Corsten Junk

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