Pack it up, pack it in, let me begin

I came to win, battle me that s a sin

I won t ever slack up, punk you better back up

Try and play the role and yo the whole crew ll act up

Get up, stand up (c mon!) c mon throw your hands up

If you ve got the feeling, jump across the ceiling

Muggs lifts a funk flow, someone s talking junk

Yo I bust him in the eye, and then I ll take the punk s hoe

Feelin, funkin, amps in the trunk and I got more rhymes

than there s cops at a Dunkin Donuts shop

Sho 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 seat and jump around!

Jump around! (3X)

Jump up, jump up and get down!

Jump! (17X)

I ll serve your ass like John McEnroe

If your girl steps up, I m smacking 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 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

Trying to step to me, you ll take your last breath

I got the skills, come get your fill

Cause when I shoot the gift, I shoot to Kill

I came to get down, I came to get down

So get out your seat and jump around!

Jump around! (3X)

Jump up, jump up and get down!

Jump! (17X)

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 Schwarzanegger

Try 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 yo and I might switch

it up up and around, then buck buck you down

Put out your head and 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

I came to get down, I came to get down

So get out your seat and jump around!

Jump around!

Jump up, jump up and get down!

Jump!