| 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 | 
| I came to get down | 
| I came to get down | 
| So get out your seats and jump around | 
| Jump around | 
| Jump around | 
| Jump around | 
| Jump up, jump up and get down | 
| Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump… | 
| 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 got 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 around | 
| Jump around | 
| Jump up, jump up and get down | 
| Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump… | 
| 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 | 
| I came to get down | 
| I came to get down | 
| So get out your seats and jump around | 
| Jump around | 
| Jump around | 
| Jump around | 
| Jump up, jump up and get down | 
| Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump… |