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 better back up, try an play the role, and the whole crew will act up Get up, stand up, c'mon put your hands up, if you got the feelin, jump across the ceiling. Muggs let the funk flow, someone's talkin junk yo, I bust em in the eye, then I take the punks ho Feelin, funkin, amps in the trunk and I got more ryhmes than the cop's at a Dunkin, donut shop, sure enough I got props from the kids at KoRN, and my mom and my pops I came to get down, I came to get down, so get your ass up and jump around
Jump Around 3x
Jump up, Jump up and get down!!!
Jump!! (chant 17x)
I'll serve your ass like John Mchenroe, if your bitch steps up I'm smackin the ho. Word to your moms, I came to drop bombs, I got more ryhmes than a bibles got psalms. And just like the botical son I return, anyone steppin to me you'll get burned fuck yo lyrics cuz you ain't got none, if ya come to battle, bring a shotgun But if ya do your a fool cause i do to the death, tryin to step to me you take your last breath. I got the skill, come get your feel, cause when I shoot, I shoot to kill. I came to get down, I came to get down, so get your ass up and jump around!
Jump Around c'mon! Jump Around, Get up! Jump Around C'mon it's your last chance!
JUMP UP, JUMP UP AND GET DOWN!!!!
JUMP!! 17x
