Jump Around

Pack it up, pack it in

Let me begin, I came to win

Battle me, that's a sin

I won't ever slack up, punk you better back up

Try and play the role and yo the whole crew'll act up

Get up, stand up (c'mon!) see'mon throw your hands up

If you've got the feeling, jump across the ceiling

Muggs lifts a funk flow, someone's talking junk

Yo I bust him in the eye, and then I'll take the punk's hoe

Feelin', funkin', amps in the trunk

And I got more rhymes than there's 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!

I'll serve your ass like John McEnroe

If your girl steps up, I'm smacking 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 stepping to me you'll get burned

'Cause I got lyrics, but you ain't got none

If you come to battle bring a shotgun!

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

Trying to step to me, you'll 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!

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 Schwarzanegger

Try to play me out like, as if my name was Sega

But I ain't 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

I'm coming to get ya, I'm coming to get ya

Spitting out lyrics, homie I'll 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!