Pack it up, pack it in, Let me begin, I came to win, Battle me that's a sin Punks with yer back up punk you better slack up, Try and play the role and Yo the whole crew will act up. Get up, stand up, come on throw your hands up, If you got the feeling jump across the ceiling, please let the funk flow me i'm talking junk Yo I'll bust'em in the eye And then i'll take the punks home Feel it, funk it, amps in the trunk And i got more rhymes than there's cops in the Dunkin Doughnut shops Show'em the fuck up props form the kids in Korn Plus my mom and my pops.
Chorus: I came to get down(2x) So get your ass up and jump around, c'mon Jump around (3x) g'tup Jump up, jump up and get down Jump (16x)
I'll serve your ass like John MacEnroe If your bitch steps up, I'm smacking the whore Word to your mom's i came to drop bombs I got more rhymes than the Bible's got psalms And just like the radical Son i've returned Anyone stepping to me you'll get burned fuck your lyrics coz you ain't got none If you come to battle bring a shotgun But if you do you're a fool, cause duel to the death Try and step to me, you take your last breath Cause i got's the skill, man i got your fill Cause when i shoot to get i shoot to kill
Chorus: I came to get down(2x) So get your ass up and jump around, c'mon Jump around (3x) everybody Jump up, jump up and get down Jump (16x)