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 better pack up
Try to play the role and yo the whole crew will act up
Get up stand up, stand up c`mon throw your hands up
If you get the feeling, jump across the ceiling
Once with the funk flow someone`s talkin` 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 at a dunkin
Donut shop
Sure `nuff I got props
Kids on the hill, plus my mom and my pops
I`ll serve your ass like Jon MacEnroe
If your girl steps up I`m smacking the hoe
Words to your mom I came to drop bombs
Got more rhymes than the bibles got psalms
And just like the Prodigal son I`ve returned
Anyone stepping to me you`ll get burned
`Cause I`ve got lyrics But you ain`t got none
If you came to battle bring a shotgun
But if you do you`re a fool `cause I`ll duel to the death
Try to step to me and take your last breath
Got the skill come get your fill
`Cause when I shoot to give I shoot to kill
I am 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 Scwreznegger
Trying to play me out as if my name was Sega
But I ain`t going out like no punk bitch
Get used to one style yo and I might switch
Up up and around then buck buck ya down
Put out your head and you wake up in the dawn of the dead
I`m comin` to get ya, I`m comin` to get ya
Spitting out lyrics
Homie I`ll wet ya
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