jump around

Pack it up, pack it in
Let me begin
I came to win
Battle me thats a sin
I wont tear the sack up
Punk youd 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 youve got the feeling jump across the ceiling
Mugs is a funk fest, someones talking junk
Yo, Ill bust em in the eye
And then Ill take the punks home
Feel it, funk it
Amps in the trunk
And I got more rhymes than theres cops at a 'Dunkin Donuts' shop
Sure enough I got props from the kids on the Hill
Plus my mom and my pops
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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]
Ill serve your ass like John McEnroe
If your girl steps up, Im smacking the ho
Word to your moms I came to drop bombs
I got more rhymes than the Bibles got psalms
And just like the Prodigal Son Ive returned
Anyone stepping to me youll get burned
Cause I got lyrics but you aint got none
If you come to battle bring a shotgun
But if you do youre a fool, cause I duel to the death
Trying to step to me youll take your last breath
I got the skill, come get your fill
Cause when I shoot to give, I shoot to kill
[Chorus ]
Im 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
Trying to play me out like as if my name was Sega
But I aint going out like no punk *****
Get used to one style and you know I might switch
It up up and around, then buck buck get down
Put out your head then you wake up in the Dawn of the Dead
Im coming to get ya, Im coming to get ya
Spitting out lyrics homie Ill wet ya
[Chorus]
Jump
[32x]
Yo, this is dedicated
To Joe, da flava, Dakota
Grab yo bozac, punk