Jump Around

Pack it up, pack it in
Let me begin
I came to win
Battle me thats a sin
I wont tear the sack up
Punk youd 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 youve got the feeling jump across the ceiling
Muggs is a funk fest, someones talking junk
Yo, Ill bust em in the eye
And then Ill take the punks home
Feel it, funk it
Amps it are junking
And I got more rhymes than theres cops that are dunking
Donuts 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
Ill serve your ass like John MacEnroe
If your steps up, Im smacking the ho
Word to your moms I came to drop bombs
I got more rhymes than the bibles got psalms
And just like the Prodigal Son Ive returned
Anyone stepping to me youll get burned
Cause I got lyrics and you aint got none
So if you come to battle bring a shotgun
But if you do youre a fool, cause I duel to the death
Try and step to me youll take your last breath
I gots the skill , come get your fill
Cause when I shoot ta give, I shoot to kill
Listen to the sound that pounds, I jump around
Im no clown, I get down
To the funk, listen to the wig out
And step to the rear, dear, cause Im here
The P to the E to the T E rockin
Theruns in your stockin
So hon, put the lock in
Chillin with the House Of Pain
Blood stains the ground
Huh, I jump around
Im 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
Tryn to play me out like as if my name was Sega
But I aint 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
Im coming to get ya, coming to get ya
Spitting out lyrics homie Ill wet ya