Hold up it's the motherfuckin' concrete Suicidal nightshift loaded with a vice grip Poppin' all you copies Who keep waterin' down shit Thinking you can rap with that artificial outfit Your baggy pants and bottle of crack hits Fuck all of that shit Fuck all of you posers Let go of the mic kid Step into a world that you've never seen When I'm fiening for a microphone I'm a microphone fiend Bring on the motherfuckin' cutthroat, Territorial piss off Spit the deadly and ready for lift-off Who's getting their shit tossed? Is it the one kid running his mouth That he's sucking his thumb with? You're damn straight I'll put it right in 'em No anti-venom for the buck-buck See a world that you've never seen When I'm fiening for a microphone, I'm a microphone fiend
[Chorus] Give me a motherfuckin' mic y'all Give me a mic y'all Give me a mic so I can rock it right y'all I'm out of sight y'all I'm out of sight y'all I'm out of sight when I'm blowin' up the mic y'all You know it You know it
Hold up, check out the motherfuckin' tv Same song, same bands everyday, fuck that I'll blow those motherfuckers away, you wantin' To hear some heavy ass metal that can Penetrate deep into your ear drums? Turn it up, motherfucker Turn it up, motherfucker Turn it up and step into a world that you've never seen When I'm fiening for a microphone, I'm a microphone Fiend
It's a crazy crazy world playing crazy Crazy shit on this crazy radio, I'm really sick of it
Songwriters: DURST, WILLIAM FREDERICK / OTTO, JOHN EVERETT / RIVERS, SAMUEL ROBERT / FERRONE, STEVE / STUART, HAMISH / GORRIE, ALAN EDWARD / BALL, ROGER / DUNCAN, MALCOLM / MCINTYRE, OWEN ONNIE / BARRIER, ERIC / GRIFFIN, WILLIAM / SMITH, MICHAEL W.