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!
Come on, throw your hands up

If you've got the feeling jump across 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 home
Feel it, funk it
Amps it are junking

And I got more rhymes than there's cops that are dunking
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 (2x)
So get out your seats and jump around

Jump around (3x)
Jump up Jump up and get down.
Jump (18x)

I'll serve your $$# like John MacEnroe
If your steps up, I'm smacking 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
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 fill
Cause when I shoot ta 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'n to play me out like as if my name was Sega
But I ain't going out like no punk (*##$

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 coming to get ya, coming to get ya
Spitting out lyrics homie I'll wet ya


Chorus
Jump (32x)


Yo, this is dedicated
To Joe, da flava, Dakota
Grag yo bozac, punk