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Pack it up, pack it in, let me begin |
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I came to win, battle me that's a sin |
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I won't tear the sack up, punk you'd better back up |
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Try and play the role and the whole crew will act up |
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Get up, stand up, come on, come on, throw your hands up |
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If you've got the feeling jump across the ceiling |
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Muggs is a funk fest, someone's talking junk |
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Yo, I'll bust em in the eye and then I'll take the punks home |
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Feel it, funk it, amps it are junking |
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And I got more rhymes than there's cops that are dunking |
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Donuts shop sure 'nuff I got props from the kids on the hill |
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Plus my mom and my pops |
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I came to get down, I came to get down |
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So get out your seats and jump around |
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Jump around, jump around, jump around |
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Jump up, jump up and get down |
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Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump |
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I'll serve your ass like John McEnroe |
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If your steps up, I'm smacking the ho |
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Word to your moms, I came to drop bombs |
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I got more rhymes than the bible's got psalms |
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And just like the prodigal son I've returned |
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Anyone stepping to me, you'll get burned |
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'Cause I got lyrics and you ain't got none |
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So if you come to battle bring a shotgun |
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But if you do you're a fool 'cause I duel to the death |
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Try and step to me, you'll take your last breath |
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I got the skill, come get your fill |
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Cause when I shoot ta give, I shoot to kill |
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I came to get down, I came to get down |
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So get out your seats and jump around |
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Jump around, jump around, jump around |
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Jump up, jump up and get down |
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Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump |
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I'm the cream of the crop, I rise to the top |
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I never eat a pig 'cause a pig is a cop |
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Or better yet a terminator |
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Like Arnold Schwarzenegger |
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Tryin' to play me out like as if my name was Sega |
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But I ain't going out like no punk bitch |
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Get used to one style and you know I might switch |
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It up up and around then buck buck you down |
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Put out your head |
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Then you wake up in the dawn of the dead |
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I'm coming to get ya, coming to get ya |
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Spitting out lyrics homie, I'll wet ya |
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I came to get down, I came to get down |
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So get out your seats and jump around |
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Jump around, jump around, jump around |
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Jump up, jump up and get down |
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Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump |
