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Pack it up, pack it inLet me begin, I came to winBattle me that's a sinI won't tear the sack up, punk you'd better back upTry and play the role and the whole crew will act upGet up, stand up, come on throw your hands upIf you've got the feeling jump up touch the ceilingMuggs is a funk fest, someone's talking junkYo, I'll bust 'em in the eye, and then I'll take the punks hoFeel it, funk it, amps in the trunk y'allAnd I got more rhymes than there's cops that are Dunkin' Donuts shopSure 'nuff I got props from the kids on the Hill plus my mom and my pops[Chorus]I came to get down, I came to get downSo get out your seats and jump aroundJump around Jump aroundJump aroundJump up, jump up and get downJump Jump Jump Jump Jump Jump SongtexteJump Jump Jump Jump Jump Jump Jump Jump Jump Jump Jump Jump I'll serve your ass like John MacEnroeIf your girl steps up, I'm smackin' the hoWord to your moms I came to drop bombsI got more rhymes than the bible's got psalmsAnd just like the Prodigal Son I've returnedAnyone stepping to me you'll get burned'Cause I got lyrics and you ain't got noneSo if you come to battle bring a shotgun (shotgun)But if you do you're a fool 'cause I duel to the deathTry and step to me you'll take your last breathI gots the skill, come get your bill'Cause when I shoot to give, I shoot to kill[Chorus]I'm the cream of the crop, I rise to the topI never eat a pig 'cause a pig is a copOr better yet a Terminator, like Arnold SchwarzeneggerTry and play me out like as if my name was SegaBut I ain't goin' out like no punk bitchGet used to one style and you know I might switchIt up up and around, then buck buck you downPut out your head then you wake up in the Dawn of the DeadI'm comin' to get ya, I'm comin' to get yaSpittin' out lyrics homie I want ya[Chorus][Repeat: x33]Jump Aus Songtexte Mania