- Votes:
- Composers:
- Erik Schrody
- Larry Muggerud
 
- See also:
Insane Clown Posse - Jump Around lyrics
Get 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, throw your hands up 
If you've got the feelin' jump across the ceilin' 
Muggs is a funk fest, someone's talkin' junk 
Yo, I'll bust 'em in the eye and then I'll take the punks home 
Feel it, funk it, amps it are junkin' 
And I got more rhymes than there's cops that are dunkin' 
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 up and get down 
Jump around, jump around 
Jump up and get down 
Jump up, jump up and get down 
Jump, jump, jump 
Jump, jump, jump 
Jump, jump, jump 
Jump, jump, jump 
Jump, jump, jump 
Jump, jump 
I'll serve your ass like John McEnroe 
If your girl steps up, I'm smackin' 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 steppin' 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 Insane Clown Posse - Jump Around - http://motolyrics.com/insane-clown-posse/jump-around-lyrics.html
I came to get down, I came to get down 
So get out your seats and jump around 
Jump around, jump up and get down 
Jump around, jump around 
Jump up and get down 
Jump up, jump up and get down 
Jump, jump 
Listen to the sound that pounds, I jump around 
I'm no clown, I get down 
To the funk, listen to the wig out 
And step to the rear, dear, 'cause I'm here 
The P to the E to the T E rockin' 
The runs in your stockin' 
So hon, put the lock in 
Chillin' with the House Of Pain 
Blood stains the ground, huh, I jump around 
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 comin' to get ya, comin' to get ya 
Spittin' 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 up and get down 
Jump around, jump around 
Jump up and get down 
Jump up, jump up and get down 
Jump, jump, jump 
Jump, jump, jump 
Jump, jump, jump









