typeracer

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, throw your hands up. If you've got the feelin' jump across the ceilin'. Muggs is a funk fest, 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 it are junkin' and I got more rhymes than there's cops that are dunkin'- Donuts shop, sure 'nuff I got props from the kids on the hill, plus my mom and my pops. I came to get down, I came to get down. So get out your seats and jump around.