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 ya'll the whole crew will act up..
Get up, stand up..
Come on throw your hands up..
If you've got the feeling..
jump across the ceiling..
Mugs 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 it, funk it,Amps in the trunk..
And I got more rhymes,
than there's cops,
at a "Dunkin Donuts" shop..
Sure enough I got props,
from the kids on the Hill..
Plus my mom and my pops..
I came to get down..
I came to get down..
So get out your seats and jump around..
Jump around..
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Jump up, jump up and get down.
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I'll serve your ass like John McEnroe..
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..
Trying to step to me..
you'll take your last breath..
I got the skill, come get your fill..
'Cause when I shoot to give,
I shoot to kill..
I came to get down..
I came to get down..
So get out your seats and jump around..
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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..
Trying to play me out like..
as if my name was Swagga...
But I ain't going out like no punk b h
Get used to one style...
and ya'll 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..
I'm coming to get ya..
I'm coming to get ya..
Spitting out lyrics homie I'll wet ya..
I came to get down..
I came to get down..
So get out your seats and jump around..
Jump around..
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Jump up, jump up and get down..
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