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 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 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 home
Feel`in. funk`in
Amps in the trunk
And I got more rhymes than there`s cops that at a dunkin
Donut 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 (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 but 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
Try`in ta step to me you`ll take your last breath
I got the skill. come get your fill
Cause when I shoot tha 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 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`m witcha

Chorus
Jump (33)

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