Pack it up, pack it in,
Let me begin,
I came to win,
Battle me that's a sin
I won't tear my 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 throw your hands up,
If you got the feeling jump up touch the ceiling,
Muggs let's the funk flow
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 in the trunk
And i got more rhymes than there's cops in the Dunkin
Doughnut shops
Show'em the fuck up props form the kids on the hill
Plus my mom and my pops.:
I came to get downSo get out your seats and jump around
Jump around Jump up, jump up and get down
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I'll serve your ass like John MacEnroe
If your girl steps up, I'm smacking the whore
Word to your mom's 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 the lyrics and you ain't got none
If you come to battle bring a shotgun
But if you do you're a fool, cause duel to the death
Try and step to me, you take your last breath
Cause i got's the skill, come get your fill
Cause when i shoot to get i shoot to kill:
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 Schwarzenneger
Tryin' to play me out like if my name was SEGA
But i ain't goin' out like no punk bitch
Get used to one style and you know that i might switch
It up up and around, then buck, buck you down
Put up your head and then you wake up in the Dawn of The Dead.
I'm coming to get ya, I'm coming to get ya
Spitting out lyrics homie I'll wet ya:
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