Lyrics:

Pack it up, pack it in
Let me begin
I came to win
Battle me that's a sin
I won't take the slack up
Punk you'd better back up
Try and play the role and yo 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 up, touch the ceiling
Muggs lets the funk flow, someone's talking junk, yo
I'll bust em in the eye
And then I'll take the punk's ho'
Feelin' , funkin'
Amps in the trunk
And I got more rhymes than there's cops at a Dunkin' 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 seat and jump around
Jump around (3x)
Jump up Jump up and get down.
Jump (17x)

I'll serve your ass like John MacEnroe
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
Tryin' to step to me you'll take your last breath
I gots the skill, come get your fill
Cause when I shoot THE GIFT, I shoot to kill

Chorus

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 hey yo 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, I'm coming to get ya
Spitting out lyrics homie I'll wet ya

Chorus
Jump (32x)

Yo, this is dedicated
To Joe, da flava, Dakota
Grab ya BOZACK, punk