Pack it up pack it in Let me begin I came to win I won't tear the sack up Battle me that's a sin Punk you'd better back up Come on throw your hands up Get up stand up come on! Try and play the role and the whole crew will act up If you've got the feeling jump across the ceiling Yo I'll bust em in the eye Muggs is a funk fest someone's talking junk Feel it, funk it And then I'll take the punks home 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 Chorus I came to get down (2x) So get out your seats and jump around Jump around (3x) Jump up Jump up and get down. Jump (18x) 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 Anyone stepping to me you'll get burned And just like the Prodigal Son I've returned So if you come to battle bring a shotgun Cause I got lyrics and you ain't got none But if you do you're a fool, cause I duel to the death I gots the skill, come get your fill Try and step to me you'll take your last breath Cause when I shoot ta give, I shoot to kill Chorus [Pete Rock] 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' Blood stains the ground So hon, put the lock in Chillin' with the House Of Pain 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 Try'n to play me out like as if my name was Sega Like Arnold Schwarzenegger 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 Spitting out lyrics homie I'll wet ya I'm coming to get ya, coming to get ya Chorus Jump (32x