Pack it up, pack it in,

Let me begin,

I came to win,

Battle me that's a sin

I won't tear my sack up,

Punk you'd better back up

Try and play the role and

Yo the whole crew will act up.

Get up, stand up, come on throw your hands up,

If you got the feeling jump up touch the ceiling,

Muggs let's the funk flow

Someone's talking junk

Yo I'll bust'em in the eye

And then i'll take the punks home

Feel it, funk it, amps in the trunk

And i got more rhymes than there's cops in the Dunkin

Doughnut shops

Show'em the fuck up props form the kids on the hill

Plus my mom and my pops.



Chorus:

I came to get down(2x)

So get out your seats and jump around

Jump around (3x)

Jump up, jump up and get down

Jump (16x)



I'll serve your ass like John MacEnroe

If your girl steps up, I'm smacking the whore

Word to your mom's i came to drop bombs

I got more rhymes than the Bible's got psalms

And just like the Prodigal Son i've returned

Anyone stepping to me you'll get burned

Cause i got the lyrics and you ain't got none

If you come to battle bring a shotgun

But if you do you're a fool, cause duel to the death

Try and step to me, you take your last breath

Cause i got's the skill, come get your fill

Cause when i shoot to get i shoot to kill



Chorus:



I'm the cream of the crop, I rise to the top

I never eat a pig cause a pig is a cop

Or better yet a terminator

Like Arnold Schwarzenneger

Tryin' to play me out like if my name was SEGA

But i ain't goin' out like no punk bitch

Get used to one style and you know that i might switch

It up up and around, then buck, buck you down

Put up your head and then you wake up in the Dawn of The Dead.

I'm coming to get ya, I'm coming to get ya

Spitting out lyrics homie I'll wet ya



Chorus:

Jump (32x