Pack it up, pack it in

Let me begin, I came to win

Battle me? that's a sin

Won't ever slack up, punk you'd better back up

Try and play the role, yo, the whole crew will act up

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

If you've got the feeling, jump up touch the ceiling

Muggs let's the funk flow, someone talk junk, yo

Bust'em in his eye, take the punk's ho

Feel it, funk it, amps in the trunkin

Got more rhymes than there's cops at a Dunkin'

Donuts shop, sure nuff' I got props

From the kids on the Hill plus my mom and my pop

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I came to get down, I came to get down

So get out your seat everybody, jump around

Everybody jump around (x3)

From town to town, from bed to bed

It's like I said

We jump around

Everybody jump around

I'll serve your ass like John McEnroe

If your girl'd step up, I'd still smack that 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 they gettin' burned

Cause I got lyrics and you ain't got none

So if you come to battle bring that shotgun

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

Step to me and take your last breath

I gots the skill, come get your fill

Cause when I shoot to give, I shoot to kill

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

I never eat a pig less 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 - I might switch it up

Up and around, 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'll wet ya

[hook]