Lyrics Jump around - Fitspo

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 y
Our hands up
If you've got the feeling jump up towards 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 ho
Feel it, funk it
Amps in the trunk
And I got more rhymes than there's cops at a dunking
Donuts shop
Sure 'nuff I got props from the kids on the hill
Plus my mom and my pops

I came to get down So get out your seats and jump around
Jump around Jump up jump up and get down.
Jump I'll serve your ass like john macenroe
If your girl steps up, I'm smacking her hump
Word to your moms I came to drop bombs

I got more rhymes than a bottles got songs
And just like the prodigal son I've returned
Anyone stepping to me you'll get burned
Cause I got lyrics but you ain't got none
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

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 up like 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
Get 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'm with ya

Jump Yo, this is dedicated
To joe, da flava, dakota
Grag yo bozac, punk