Pack it up, pack it in Let me begin I came to win Battle me that's a sin I won't TAKE THE SLACK 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! Come on, throw your hands up If you've got the feeling jump AND TOUCH the ceiling Muggs LET THE FUNK FLOW, someone's talking junk, YO I'll bust em in the eye And then I'll take the punk's HO Feel it, funk it Amps in the trunk And I got more rhymes than those cops at a Dunkin' Donuts shops 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 seat and jump around Jump around (3x) Jump up Jump up and get down. Jump (17x) I'll serve your ass like John MacEnroe If your girl 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 If you come to battle bring a shotgun But if you do you're a fool, cause I duel to the death Tryin' to step to me you'll take your last breath I gots the skill, come get your fill Cause when I shoot THE GIFT, 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 bitch Get used to one style and yo 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 Grab ya BOZACK, punk