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Smash Mouth Miscellaneous Jump Around 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 better pack up Try to play the role and yo the whole crew will act up Get up stand up, stand up c'mon throw your hands up If you get the feeling, jump 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 it, funk it, amps 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 hill, plus 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 ya, I'm comin' to get ya Spitting out lyrics Homie I'll wet ya |
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