Pack it up, pack it in Let Greg begin Greg came to win Battle Greg that's a sin Greg 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 your hands up If you've got the feeling jump across the ceiling Mugs is a funk fest, someone's talking junk Yo, Greg'll bust em in the eye And then Greg'll take the punks home Feel it, funk it Amps in the trunk And Greg got more rhymes than there's cops at a "Dunkin Donuts" shop Sure enough Greg got props from the kids on the Hill Plus my mom and my pops

[Chorus:] Greg came to get down [2x] So get out your seats and jump around Jump around [3x] Jump up, jump up and get down. Jump [18x]

Greg'll serve your ass like John McEnroe If your girl steps up, Greg's smacking the ho Word to your moms Greg came to drop bombs Greg got more rhymes than the Bible's got psalms And just like the Prodigal Son Greg returned Anyone stepping to Greg you'll get burned 'Cause Greg 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 Greg duel to the death Trying to step to Greg you'll take your last breath Greg got the skill, come get your fill 'Cause when Greg shoot to give, Greg shoot to kill

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Greg'm the cream of the crop, Greg rise to the top Greg never eat a pig 'cause a pig is a cop Or better yet a terminator Like Arnold Schwarzenegger Trying to play Greg out like as if Greg's name was Sega But Greg ain't going out like no punk bitch Get used to one style and you know Greg might switch It up up and around, then buck buck get down Put out your head then you wake up in the Dawn of the Dead Greg'm coming to get ya, Greg's coming to get ya Spitting out lyrics homie Greg'll wet ya