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'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
 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 it, funk it
 Amps it are junking
 And I got more rhymes than there's 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
 I came to get down
 So get out your seats and jump around
 Jump around
 Jump around
 Jump around
 Jump up Jump up and get down.
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 I'll serve your ass like John MacEnroe
 If your girl steps up, I'm smacking the hoe
 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 to me you'll get burned
 Cause I got lyrics and you ain't got none
 So if you come to battle bring a shotgun
 But if you do you're a fool, cause I duel to the death
 Try and step to me you'll take your last breath
 I gots the skill, come get your fill
 Cause when I shoot ta give, I shoot to kill
 I came to get down
 I came to get down
 So get out your seats and jump around
 Jump around
 Jump around
 Jump around
 Jump up Jump up and get down.
 Jump Jump Jump Jump Jump Jump
 Jump Jump Jump Jump Jump Jump
 Jump Jump Jump Jump Jump Jump
 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
 I came to get down
 I came to get down
 So get out your seats and jump around
 Jump around
 Jump around
 Jump around
 Jump up Jump up and get down.
 Jump Jump Jump Jump Jump Jump
 Jump Jump Jump Jump Jump Jump
 Jump Jump Jump Jump Jump Jump
 Jump Jump Jump Jump Jump Jump
 Jump Jump Jump Jump Jump Jump
 Jump Jump Jump Jump Jump Jump
 Yo, this is dedicated
 To Joe, da flava, Dakota
 Grag yo bozac, punk