 Pack it up, pack it in
Let me begin, I came to win
Battle me that’s a sin
I won’t tear the sack up, punk you’d better back up
Try and play the role and the whole crew will act up
Get up, stand up, come on throw your hands up
If you’ve got the feeling jump up touch the ceiling
Muggs is a funk fest, someone’s talking junk
Yo, I’ll bust’em in the eye, and then I’ll take the punks ho
Feel it, funk it, amps in the trunk y’all
And I got more rhymes than there’s cops that are Dunkin’ Donuts shop
Sure ‘nuff I got props from the kids on the Hill plus my mom and my pops
CHORUS:
I came to get down, I came to get down
So get out your seats and jump around
Jump around (3x)
Jump up, jump up and get down
Jump (18x)
I’ll serve your ass like John MacEnroe
If your girl steps up, I’m smackin’ the ho
Word to your moms 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 lyrics and you ain’t got none
So if you come to battle bring a shotgun (shotgun)
But if you do you’re a fool ‘cause I duel to the death
Try and step to me you’ll take your last breath
I gots the skill, come get your bill
‘Cause when I shoot to give, 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 Schwarzenegger
Try and play me out like as if my name was Sega
But I ain’t goin’ out like no punk bitch
Get used to one style and you know I might switch
It up up and around, then buck buck you down
Put out your head then you wake up in the Dawn of the Dead
I’m comin’ to get ya, I’m comin’ to get ya
Spittin’ out lyrics homie I want ya
CHORUS
Jump (33x)
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