jump around

Pack it up, pack it in
Let me begin, I came to win
Battle me, thats a sin
I wont ever slack up, punk you better back up
Try and play the role and yo the whole crewll act up
Get up, stand up (cmon!) seemon throw your hands up
If youve got the feeling, jump across the ceiling
Muggs lifts a funk flow, someones talking junk
Yo I bust him in the eye, and then Ill take the punks hoe
Feelin, funkin, amps in the trunk
And I got more rhymes than theres cops at a Dunkin
Donuts shop, Sho 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 seat and jump around!
Jump around!
Jump around!
Jump around!
Jump up, jump up and get down!
Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump! (Everybody jump)
Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump!
Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump! (Everybody jump)
Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump!
Ill serve your ass like John McEnroe
If your girl steps up, Im smacking the hoe
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
Trying to step to me, youll take your last breath
I got the skills, come get your fill
Cause when I shoot the gift, I shoot to kill
I came to get down, I came to get down
So get out your seat and jump around!
Jump around!
Jump around!
Jump around!
Jump up, jump up and get down!
Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump! (Everybody jump)
Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump!
Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump! (Everybody jump)
Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump!
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 Schwarzanegger
Try to play me out like, as if my name was Sega
But I aint going out like no punk bxtch
Get used to one style and yo and I might switch
It up up and around, then buck buck you down
Put out your head and 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
I came to get down, I came to get down
So get out your seat and jump around!
Jump around!
Jump around!
Jump around!
Jump up , jump up and get down!
Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump! (Everybody jump)
Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump!
Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump! (Everybody jump)
Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump!
Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump! (Everybody jump)
Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump!
Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump! (Everybody jump)
Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump!
Yo, this is dedicated to Joe 'The Biter' Nicolo!
Grab your Bozack, punk!