Pack it up, pack it in
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Let me begin, I came to win
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Battle me that's a sin
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I won't tear the sack up, punk you'd better back up
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Try and play the role and the whole crew will act up
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Get up, stand up, come on throw your hands up
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If you've got the feeling jump up touch the ceiling
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Muggs is a funk fest, someone's talking junk
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Yo, I'll bust'em in the eye, and then I'll take the punks ho
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Feel it, funk it, amps in the trunk y'all
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And I got more rhymes than there's cops that are Dunkin' Donuts shop
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Sure 'nuff I got props from the kids on the Hill plus my mom and my pops
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CHORUS
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I came to get down, I came to get down
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So get out your seats and jump around
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Jump around (3x)
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Jump up, jump up and get down
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Jump (18x)
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I'll serve your ass like John MacEnroe
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If your girl steps up, I'm smackin' the ho
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Word to your moms I came to drop bombs
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I got more rhymes than the bible's got psalms
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And just like the Prodigal Son I've returned
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Anyone stepping to me you'll get burned
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'Cause I got lyrics and you ain't got none
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So if you come to battle bring a shotgun (shotgun)
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But if you do you're a fool 'cause I duel to the death
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Try and step to me you'll take your last breath
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I gots the skill, come get your bill
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'Cause when I shoot to give, I shoot to kill
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CHORUS
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Listen to the sound that pounds, I jump around
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I'm no clown, I get down
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To the funk, listen to the wig out
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And step to the rear, dear, 'cause I'm here
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The P to the E to the T-E rockin'
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The runs in your stockin' so hon, put the lock in
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Chillin' with the House of Pain, blood stains the ground
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Huh, I jump around
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Jump Around (Pete Rock Remix)
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House Of Pain |