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Pack it up, pack it in |
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Let me begin |
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I came to win |
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Battle me that's a sin |
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I won't tear the sack up |
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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! |
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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 |
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And then I'll take the punks home |
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Feel it, funk it |
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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 |
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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 |
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So get out your seats and jump around |
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Jump around |
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Jump up Jump up and get down |
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Jump |
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I'll serve your ass like John MacEnroe |
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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 gots the skill, come get your fill |
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Cause when I shoot ta give, I shoot to kill |
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Listen to the sound that pounds, I jump around |
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I'm no clown, I get down |
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To the funk, listen to the wig out |
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And step to the rear, dear, cause I'm here |
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The P to the E to the T E rockin' |
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The runs in your stockin' |
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So hon, put the lock in |
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Chillin' with the House Of Pain |
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Blood stains the ground |
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Huh, I jump around |
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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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Try'n 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 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 |
