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 my sack up, Punk you'd better back up Try and play the role and Yo the whole crew will act up. Get up, stand up, come on throw your hands up, If you got the feeling jump up touch the ceiling, Muggs let's the funk flow Someone's talking 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 in the Dunkin Doughnut shops Show'em the fuck up props form the kids on the hill Plus my mom and my pops. I came to get downSo 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 the whore Word to your mom's i came to drop bombs I got more rhymes than the Bible's got psalms And just like the Prodigal Son i've returned Anyone stepping to me you'll get burned Cause i got the lyrics and you ain't got none If you come to battle bring a shotgun But if you do you're a fool, cause duel to the death Try and step to me, you take your last breath Cause i got's the skill, come get your fill Cause when i shoot to get 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 Schwarzenneger Tryin' to play me out like if my name was SEGA But i ain't goin' out like no punk bitch Get used to one style and you know that i might switch It up up and around, then buck, buck you down Put up your head and then you wake up in the Dawn of The Dead. I'm coming to get ya, I'm coming to get ya Spitting out lyrics homie I'll wet ya Jump (32x House Of Pain (1992) 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 yo 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 up touch 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 home Feel'in, funk'in Amps it are junking And I got more rhymes than there's cops that at a dunkin Donut 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 the ho Word to your moms I came to drop bombs I got more rhymes than the Bible's got psalms And just like the Prodigal Son I've returned Anyone stepping on 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'in to step to me you'll take your last breath I got the skill, come get your fill Cause when I shoot to 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 out like as if my name was Sega But I ain't going out like no punk bitch Get used to one style and you know I might switch It 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'll wet ya Jump (33) Yo, this is dedicated To Joe, da flava, Dakota Grag yo bozac, punk