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'd better back up Try and play the role and the whole crew will act up Get up, stand up, come on! Come on, throw your hands up If you've got the feeling jump across the ceiling Muggs is a funk fest, someone's talking junk Yo, I'll bust em in the eye And then I'll take the punks home Feel it, funk it 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 And just like the Prodigal Son I've returned Anyone stepping to me you'll get burned Cause I got lyrics and you ain't got none So if you come to battle bring a shotgun But if you do you're a fool, cause I duel to the death Try and step to me you'll take your last breath I gots the skill, come get your fill Cause when I shoot ta give, I shoot to kill
[Chorus]
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 Schwarzenegger Try'n 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 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 I'm coming to get ya, coming to get ya Spitting out lyrics homie I'll wet ya
[Chorus] Jump [32x]
Yo, this is dedicated To Joe, da flava, Dakota Grag yo bozac, punk
Limp Bizkit Verision:
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, punks you better back up. Try to play the role, and the whole crew will act up. Get up, stand up, c'mon put your hands up, And if you get the feeling, jump across the ceiling. Least with the funk flow, man you talkin' junk yo. Bust 'em in the eye, and then I'll take the punks home. Feelin, fuckin', man's it's in the junk, And I got more ryhmes than the cops at a Dunkin Donuts shop. Soon enough I'll get props from the kids in KoRn plus my mom and my pops. Came to get down, came to get down, so get your ass up and jump around. C'mon, jump around. Jump around, get up! Jump around, c'mon! Jump up, jump up, and get down!
Jump (repeated 16 times)!
I'll slam your ass like John Mckenroe, If your bitch steps up.... (I'm smackin' the ho) Word to your moms, I came to drop bombs. Got more rhymes than the Bible's got Psalms. Just like the Radical Son I've returned. If anyone's steppin' to me you get burned. Fuck your lyrics, cause you ain't got none. And if you wanna battle bring a... (shotgun) Well if you do you're a fool, cause I'll put fools to death. Try to step to me, you take your last breath. I got the skill, man I got your fill. Cause when I shoot, man, I shoot to kill. Came to get down, I came to get down, So get your ass up and jump around. C'mon. Jump around! Jump around everybody! Jump around, it's your last chance! Jump up, jump up to get down!
Jump (repeated 16 times)!
Everybody jump! We'll see ya next year baby!
And The Miiiz:
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