I like it    I don't like it

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 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 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'in, funk'in

Amps it are junking

And I got more rhymes than there's cops that at a dunkin

Donut 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 (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 on 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

Try'in ta step to me you'll take your last breath

I got the skill, come get your fill

Cause when I shoot ta give, 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 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)

Yo, this is dedicated

To Joe, da flava, Dakota

Grag yo bozac, punk