Jump Around - house of painPack it up, pack it inLet me beginI came to winBattle me that's a sinI won't tear the sack upPunk you'd better back upTry and play the role and the whole crew will act upGet up, stand up, come on!Come on, throw your hands upIf you've got the feeling jump across the ceilingMuggs is a funk fest, someone's talking junkYo, I'll bust em in the eyeAnd then I'll take the punks homeFeel it, funk itAmps it are junkingAnd I got more rhymes than there's cops that are dunkingDonuts shopHouse Of PainSure 'nuff I got props from the kids on the HillPlus my mom and my popsI came to get downSo get out your seats and jump aroundJump aroundJump up Jump up and get down.JumpI'll serve your ass like John MacEnroeIf your steps up, I'm smacking the hoWord to your moms I came to drop bombsI got more rhymes than the bible's got psalmsAnd just like the Prodigal Son I've returnedAnyone stepping to me you'll get burnedCause I got lyrics and you ain't got noneSo if you come to battle bring a shotgunBut if you do you're a fool, cause I duel to the deathTry and step to me you'll take your last breathCause when I shoot ta give, I shoot to killI'm the cream of the crop, I rise to the topI never eat a pig cause a pig is a copOr better yet a terminatorLike Arnold SchwarzeneggerTry'n to play me out like as if my name was SegaBut I ain't going out like no punk bitchGet used to one style and you know I might switchIt up up and around, then buck buck you downPut out your head then you wake up in the Dawn of the DeadI'm coming to get ya, coming to get yaSpitting out lyrics homie I'll wet yaJumpYo, this is dedicatedTo Joe, da flava, Dakota
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