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 the whole crew will act up
Get up, stand up, come on!
Come on, throw your hands up
If you`ve got the feeling jump across the ceiling
Muggs 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 it are junking
And I got more rhymes than there`s cops that are dunking
Donuts shop
Sure `nuff I got props from the kids on the Hill
Plus my mom and my pops
Chorus
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)
I`ll serve your ass like John MacEnroe
If your 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 and you ain`t got none
So if you come to battle bring a shotgun
But if you do you`re a fool, cause I duel to the death
Try and step to me you`ll take your last breath
I gots the skill, come get your fill
Cause when I shoot ta give, I shoot to kill
Chorus
[Pete Rock]
Listen to the sound that pounds, I jump around
I`m no clown, I get down
To the funk, listen to the wig out
And step to the rear, dear, cause I`m here
The P to the E to the T E rockin`
The runs in your stockin`
So hon, put the lock in
Chillin` with the House Of Pain
Blood stains the ground
Huh, I jump around
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
Try`n to play me out like as if my name was Sega
But I ain`t going out like no punk bitch
Get used to one style and you know I might switch
It up up and around, then buck buck you down
Put out your head then you wake up in the Dawn of the Dead
I`m coming to get ya, coming to get ya
Spitting out lyrics homie I`ll wet ya
Chorus
Jump (32x)
