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 yo the whole crew will act up Get up, stand up [come on!] Come on, throw your hands up If youve got the feeling, jump up touch the ceiling Muggs lifts a funk flow, someones talking junk, yo Ill bust him in the eye And then Ill take the punks ho Feelin, funkin Amps in the trunk And I got more rhymes than theres cops that at a Dunkin Donut shop Sure nuff I got props from the kids on the Hill Plus my mom and my pops Chorus I came to get down (2x) So get out your seats and jump around Jump around (3x) Jump up Jump up and get down. Jump (17x) Ill serve your ass like John MacEnroe If your girl 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 but you aint got none If you come to battle bring a shotgun! But if you do youre a fool, cause I duel to the death Tryin to step to me youll take your last breath I got the skill, come get your fill Cause when I shoot to give, I shoot to kill Chorus 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 Tryin 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, Im coming to get ya Spitting out lyrics, homie Ill wet ya Chorus Jump (33) Yo, this is dedicated To Joe "DeBerg" Dakota Grag yo bozac, punk