Pack it uppack 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 upstand up c mon throw your hands up
If you get the feelingjump 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 itfunk itamps 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 hillplus 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 yaI m comin to get ya
Spitting out lyrics
Homie I ll wet ya

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