Jump Around Lyrics

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 better pack up

Try to play the role and yo the whole crew will act up

Get up stand up, stand up c'mon throw your hands up

If you get the feeling, jump across the ceiling

Once with the funk flow 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 in the trunk

And I got more rhymes than there's cops at a dunkin

Donut shop

Sure 'nuff I got props

Kids on the hill, plus my mom and my pops

I'll serve your ass like Jon MacEnroe

If your girl steps up I'm smacking the hoe

Words to your mom I came to drop bombs

Got more rhymes than the bibles got psalms

And just like the Prodigal son I've returned
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Anyone stepping to me you'll get burned

'Cause I've got lyrics But you ain't got none

If you came to battle bring a shotgun

But if you do you're a fool 'cause I'll duel to the death

Try to step to me and take your last breath

Got the skill come get your fill

'Cause when I shoot to give I shoot to kill

I am 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 Scwreznegger

Trying to play me out as if my name was Sega

But I ain't going out like no punk bitch

Get used to one style yo and I might switch

Up up and around then buck buck ya down

Put out your head and you wake up in the dawn of the dead

I'm comin' to get ya, I'm comin' to get ya

Spitting out lyrics

Homie I'll wet ya