Jump Around - House Of Pain Lyrics - Funkmaster Flex

House OF Pain - Jump Around 

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'd better back up 

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

Get up, stand up, come on! Come on, throw your hands up 

If you've got the feeling jump across the ceiling 

Muggs is a funk fest, someone's talking junk 

Yo, I'll bust em in the eye 

And then I'll take the punks home 

Feel it, funk it 

Amps it are junking 

And I got more rhymes than there's cops that are dunking 

Donuts 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 (18x) 

I'll serve your ass like John MacEnroe 

If your steps up, I'm smacking the ho 

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 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 

Chorus 

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 coming to get ya, coming to get ya 

Spitting out lyrics homie 

I'll wet ya 

Chorus 

Jump (32x),