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Get 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, throw your hands up If you've got the feelin' jump across the ceilin' Muggs is a funk fest, someone's talkin' junk Yo, I'll bust 'em in the eye and then I'll take the punks home Feel it, funk it, amps it are junkin' And I got more rhymes than there's cops that are dunkin' Donuts shop, sure 'nuff I got props from the kids on the Hill Plus my mom and my pops I came to get down, I came to get down So get out your seats and jump around Jump around, jump up and get down Jump around, jump around Jump up and get down Jump up, jump up and get down Jump, jump, jump Jump, jump, jump Jump, jump, jump Jump, jump, jump Jump, jump, jump Jump, jump I'll serve your ass like John McEnroe If your girl steps up, I'm smackin' the hoe 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 steppin' 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 I came to get down, I came to get down So get out your seats and jump around Jump around, jump up and get down Jump around, jump around Jump up and get down Jump up, jump up and get down Jump, jump 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 comin' to get ya, comin' to get ya Spittin' out lyrics homie I'll wet ya I came to get down, I came to get down So get out your seats and jump around Jump around, jump up and get down Jump around, jump around Jump up and get down Jump up, jump up and get down Jump, jump, jump Jump, jump, jump Jump, jump, jump ...